Northstar Vale A non-fiction fantasy

She received him well, though the shyness was certainly the most forward part of her. It was enough to prompt him to pull a reassuring smile to his features, his own ears lying back against the curve of his narrow skull in a faint whisper of apology. He hoped not to disturb her, though he suspected if he had at all they would not have been exchanging courtesies in their own language.

"Evening," he offered, his approach slowed as he came to stand beside her. He could smell others on her, the little signs that she certainly had somewhere to belong. Somewhere that she hopefully meshed with, unlike he who the wilderness had reclaimed many months ago. "I thought I was the only one hanging around this place, seems kind of deserted... and tore up." And the latter of which had happened within the year, though it was likely neither of them knew the hazards that had befallen the region by way of storm.