In a glass case of emotion

She picked her head up at the hushed voice, her muzzle dripping and her eyes wide as she sought the familiar face of Xi'nuata, who she did not remember from the day of her rescue, but rather the days after when she had visited to offer her assistance in any way. "Ah, Xi'nuata," Velox purled pleasantly, her long tail swaying slowly back and forth as she took a moment to lick her chops and watch as the large, red-caped woman came to stand at her side.

"Yes, it's quite late," she answered with a following sigh that suddenly displayed her weariness. It shone in her eyes too, but she looked out over the creek instead, refusing to let her expressions betray her. "I'm not usually such a night-owl, but tonight I found myself as restless as a whelp with fresh eyes," the pale female admitted with a quiet, gentle laugh.

"Are you usually out this late?"