Horizon Ridge Chaos

From inside the cave, in the dark, Renoir heard a muffled thanks, but he was still too tired from the struggles of reaching the cave to speak. So, the only response he gave to her for the first stretch of their alone time was the constant beat of his heart, and his hungry panting. After licking his lips a few times (and cleaning some bug grime from his snout) Renoir felt a little more calm.

Her first question did not surprise him much, though the second did, and held his attention. He shifted, letting more light in to the cave, and his pelt caught that light faintly. Tendrils of his thin coat danced in the pale illumination, glowing faintly gold. His face was a dark shape within the shadows, but he hoped she could at least hear the goodness in his voice as he said: You needed 'elp, zo I 'elp. Dere was nothin' else to do. De bugs are trè gwo! She had been in need, and Renoir was well trained in his beliefs. No woman should ever be left alone, and if they ever needed protection then a man was to step up. Mwen am called Renoir. What is your name?