Ravensblood Forest brief encounters

They regarded each other for a brief and nervous moment, neither wanting conflict but lacking information to do much other than stare. Finally, Tiarnán fell into a graceful bow and said something that Bazi thought she had misheard - until he spoke a second, clearer sentence that she still did not understand, but recognized as a question.

”Oh!” she murmured, putting two and two together, ”You must think the forest claimed.. No, it’s not mine. .. erm… ” Bazi quelled the urge to raise her voice and repeat the exact same words a second time, because what good would that do? Instead, she copied his bow and posture, patted the ground with a forepaw and shook her head a few times. ”Not mine.”

The charade continued with a long look in a southeasterly direction and an in-air doggie paddle. When that seemed ridiculous, she scratched two parallel lines into the ground and performed an energetic montage of drinking, fishing, and paddling. ”Swiftcurrent Creek,” she told him, patting her drawing, and turned to look in the direction of home a second time. With any luck, he would at least understand that she meant him no harm.