Emberwood i’m going to steal the declaration of independence

She’s quiet for a long time, even though she sees the wave of his tail and watches him weave through tall trees. Her ears swivel back momentarily, watching as he comes into view. Leathery nostril sticks out a little and breathes in his scent, remembering the kind brute that helped her a few days prior. Something about the way the other holds himself, however, leaves her standing awkwardly and nearly missing the fact he’s spoken at all. His orange gaze draws her in, forcing herself to look somewhere else, dissipating the breath that catches in her throat.
 
After a moment, she draws her eyes back and offers a similar sway of her tail, brushing off whatever weirdness that has overcome her. “Hey,” she says, anxiously licking her lips.