Blackfoot Forest not even into another eternity

For all of her girlish peeps, Kavos only regarded her with a quiet reserve. If he were another man, perhaps it would seem almost magical - their meeting that way. The light of his eyes shone warm with melting gold, but the way in which they sat upon his face was brumal and distant. Still, he did not dare to remove his vision from her features. Though she did not look upon his face with more than the quickest of glances, he knew the emerald of her eyes. He had seen the way that they searched and all of the knowledge behind them. It had only taken a moment, but that was more than enough. The ghost was silent, but wary. He had never had to endure the trials of a witch before. Gracious in social environments he was not, but there was no wall between them aside from her fear. 

”Mmm,” he rumbled softly once her tirade had been silenced and the whisper of the wind was all that met him. ”And why were you thinking of me?” the brute inquired after a moment of contemplation. His predatory glances were met only by the red top of her crown as she focused on the little space between his forepaws. In all the world, why was it that this woman would think of him? They had only shared a glance, after all. How was it that the fiery woodland creature had settled on the image of the haggard young ghost?