Wild Berry Meadow I feel pretty, oh so pretty

It takes a little while for him to notice her—at least outwardly—and West lifts a brow when he finally acknowledges her. He is still on the ground, purposefully continuing his work as if her presence doesn’t matter at all. Her emerald gaze does not leave him, now engaged when he flicks his gaze her way. “It makes for a good show,” she comments before she looks away, preening at the fur along the fronts of her legs. She can play disinterested just as well but she can’t deny the allure of him, even if it doesn’t exactly work for her. “And just who do you have to go through all this work for, hmm?” Her voice ends in a soft purr, uncharacteristic for their kind.