Overture Downs and only she can make it right

Hen warned him with sharp chipmunk barks of the approaching stranger, before it was back in his shoulder fur. Sable picked his head up off the ground just in time to catch the silver thread of her words, for his mouth to water with the taste of mint. His eyes tracked the colors for a moment, before he focused on the pale woman. Dashed with scars, crimson eyes, and white fur.

She was pretty, he noted absently, far older than he.

No problem He signed first, then rasped out the same, wincing at the pull against his throat.