Twisted Slough You've never seen a bastard orphan [m]ore in need of a break

phone post!

He expected to see the shadow with her bright eyes, but instead was met with ano ash-white stranger who ducked and keeled over within moments. Her tail batted, fanning the strange scent, and while Tryphon would have naturally recoiled upon realizing this was a stranger, the aroma had him hooked. A primal urge made him linger. When he watched the stranger bow and invite him to play, his yellow eyes trailed from her rump down to her shoulders.

He slipped closer, lowering himself in kind, and chuffed at her as if to accept the invitation.