Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

her own gaze dances around the toxic yellow; flickering toward them once to find his gaze holding hers. she does not look away despite the wrongness of it deep in her stomach, until finally she is the one to break away. he speaks, and her auds sweep a little higher on her head. not out of pride; but interest. if her pelt is intriguing it is because of its total absence of warmth, odd shades and colours where they do not seem to belong. 

her tail flickers from where it hangs low at her rear. "it is soft, too."  the words are uttered the same as all the rest she's offered him, and yet there is something hidden should he care to scratch the surface of the words.