‘Wh . .wha . . what do you want to know?’ Alessia stuttered nervously.
‘Everything’ Fabian replied easily, ‘from your favourite colour to the name of your first pet’ he said, a lone dimple appearing in his left cheek as he smiled widely.
‘um, OK’ the she wolf muttered, taking a deep breath, she said, ‘well, my favourite colour is yellow because it reminds me of happiness. My mum always had daffodils growing in a pot outside of our house, she would say that they were like little rays of sunshine, lighting up our home.’
‘Your mother had excellent taste in floral decorations’ Fabian murmured as he motioned for the she wolf to continue.
Smiling shyly, Alessia said, ‘I didn’t really have a pet when I was growing up but my dad did let me help birth a foal once and when she was born he let me
