Fairspell Meadow i watched you change

to buffalo's exquisite glee, the shadow that he'd spotted in the distance took form into a lanky man that teased him dryly. splitting his jaws into a pale grin that collided whitely against the sanguine blotches. "maybe you're just a barbarian with no appreciation of fine perfume," buffalo jeered back, his own two-toned eyes roving unabashedly over the hues that comprised the man's pelt and stare.
"my kingdom for those eyes, boy," the wraith chuckled lowly, passing his tongue over the edge of the smile that still festered on his features. despite the springtime blush in the air, it was still cold and snow strewn everywhere — buffalo was pleased to commit himself fully to this distraction.