Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

SI MI SENORA

she crested the apex of her lands, and he rejoiced within himself to spot her, though she slowed carefully some paces from him. he dipped his muzzle in affectionate obeisance, nudging the rabbit to indicate it was to fill the sparseness of her frame, and at last allowed his eyes to rest upon her, drinking in the lovely angularity of her visage, the bright hawk's-eyes that scrutinized him so keenly, though he sensed a softening in the priestess toward his presence.

the druid said naught, nor did he move -- he stood quietly, content to slake his thirst upon the fulfilling aesthetic of her very existence.