Sun Mote Copse Newb

arunik'ra, though her pelt was kissed by fire, had never been a warm woman. when the conversation trailed into ghostlike silence she extended no further platitude. she rose then, a thin thing on thinner legs -- her gaze swept across giana's features.

she waved her tail by way of farewell, and without any further articulation the sunspear turned and headed towards the glade's hearth for dinner.