Shadewood tlaloc

the sunspear paused from her rumination, her narrow jaw inches from the ground -- atop her head her long ears flickered elegantly. she had heard a noise -- with a cervinesque start to her frame she lifted her head and examined her surroundings carefully.

it would appear she was not alone; a male was making headway towards her, his progress burdened by some strange bulk carried between his jaws. arunik'ra felt her posture stiffen and she regarded him silently, even as he closed the distance and addressed her. it appeared it was not only the strange bag that impeded his speech, but also his accent: it was thick and strange, not at all like the fluted and delicate utterances of her mother tongue.

she thought it clever that he had devised a way to carry his wares, but did not yet utter it. "i am." she asserted, a flush of pride in her chest. "and you?" she could tell by his scent he was part of her clan, but she was really inquiring as to who he was.