Indeed their time spent was short, but it was not without benefit. At least to the female. In speaking with the dark male, she had learned that there was at least a civil few in the whole of the Creek. Still, she was appalled at his open intrusion into her lands, but at the same time had given him respect for his actions to protect his companion, however foolish she had been. He was certainly loyal, that much she took from him. A male of few words beyond what need be spoken. Inquisitive yet reserved, and worth the patience endured for his company. And while she had only scratched the surface of his personal self, it was enough to satisfy her and grant her the belief (however in vain) that there was a similarity to build upon and could perhaps be used to bridge the relationship between the Creek and Vale.
Not to mention, even in that brief instance, she found his companion quite pleasant. Enough so that even in his departure, the mountain woman was left with the pale glimmer of a smile upon her muzzle.
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