Blackfoot Forest Sometimes you just gotta get your halo dirty

Aaron arrived swiftly, the strong call of a woman drawing him in. He stopped before her, studying her face and her figure with interest, his blue eyes taking in each part of her form. "Greetings," he said calmly, his tail held highly behind him. "What brings you to my borders?" he asked her, his posture clearly showing his rank and, perhaps, what he thought of himself. He was a gentle man, in all ways, but a prideful one as well. He waited for an answer, his tail flicking occasionally behind him.