Creek

His eyes regarded her as she moved forward to meet him – a pale creature, with eyes as vivid as the skies above them. More interesting was the strange marking around her eye, though rather than stare in intrigue, the male settled his eyes upon her cheek.

She introduced herself, stirring a small twitch of his lips as he held back a gentle smile. Sky. How fitting. He offered a small nod then, his figure shifting as he canted his muzzle slightly. “Scimitar,” he offered in return, his muzzle giving a nod to the waters she had moved away from. “I hope I’m not intruding.”