Phoenix Maplewood let the rain fall down

Saena declined the offer, and Chosovi didn't press it. 'Harms way' sounded ominous; she wasn't the bravest of wolves on the best of days, but regardless of that truth Chosovi did what was asked of her always. She was a stupidly loyal wolf, and her mother had appreciated and hated that both. It was nice, but it could get her killed, Deshyr would insist. Chosovi had lived a pretty peaceful life thus far... the thrills here would do her some good, make her more worldly. 

She followed Saena into the wood but kept near her hip, her eyes shifting and taking in the sights around her. The forest really was pretty... Chosovi was the sort of wolf who saw real beauty and appreciated it. The Ostrega glanced to Saena; even bob-tailed, the woman was really easy on the eyes. A rare sort of pretty. One you just didn't see everywhere. In fact, she'd never met a wolf who looked like Saena. 

The offer made was met with a smile. Will do. Thanks, by the way. Oh... I don't think I mentioned. My name's Chosovi. Did I mention that? I'm a lotta bit tired, she admitted.