Qeya River četiri

He was touched by her modesty, though he would have appreciated her all the same had she shown any amount of vanity. She shrugged the compliment from shoulders that didn’t need to bear the weight of it, but spared him his feelings at least. She could have scolded him for being so bold.

He shrugged, and came closer after shaking out his coat a second time, with a tilt of his head that declared that he took no offense, and a glimmer in his eye that showed appreciation still for her beauty. 

He looked around, surprised that a place like this even existed. You found this, eh? He asked, rhetorically. I dunno if any wolves have ever been here before.