Honeyed Pasture inferno

Oblivious - or seeming to be - to the tension her mate brought with him, Doe gave the male a merry kiss on the cheek. The hardness in her eyes belied the worry that she felt over the situation - she did not expect a fight to start between them, but she knew the mercurial tendancy of meetings at the border. She would keep a close eye on them, but the woman felt no need to intervene. They were all civil creatures, here - at least, she liked to think so.

Standing aloof, but close enough to step between the two parties, Doe allowed Saga to speak.