Heron Lake Plateau Only fools fall for you (and me)

She shrugged at his opinion of her constellation, yes it was violent, but it was also humorous. "I can be violent, occasionally." Yes, she seemed harsh of tongue, and although she'd almost never act on her words, the seemingly opposite of intimidating wolfess could bite when needed. Her father not dabbling much in mercenary for her as she had a strong brother by her side, but in the time she was alone she had to know something of defense. 

She thought about his second comment, before cocking her head to the side. "Why don't we make our own?" Emory questioned, referring to the absent stories of the figures in the sky. 

She trailed her amber eyes across the stars, eventually finding the odd constellation in the night. The vixen continued to listen as he spoke all that he knew about it. "Sounds a little bit like your name." Emory commented, she'd never seen a real man before, let alone their weapons, but made out what she could from stories she was told of humans. "Why's it your favorite?" She asked.