Felltree Marsh painting greys

phone post ahead!

Just as she had hoped he would, the male quickly approached with a rumble of a greeting. A smirk captured half of her maw in obvious interest as she listened to his question. It depends, she began, I have many names. There were few things that interested Ynes more than a game of thought, and she cared little if the other party shared similar tastes.

Where do you come from, stranger? I was under the impression that I was alone. Ynes slipped forward a few steps in an elongated stretch, showing the thin frame of her body. With a lick of her lips, she turned and sat so that she was facing the brute. Her tail curled around her waist in a coy fashion and her amber eyes lit up with curiousity.