Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

he remained where he was, and after she'd lapped up enough water to quench most of her thirst, she raised her head and licked her maw, eyeing him curiously. she brought up her front paws a few times, testing their suction to the mud, before taking a few steps forward, noting his passive body language. she thought of feyre and embry and the last encounter they had, her nose twitching in vague irritation. they could use another set of paws, and this man looked more than capable of handling himself in a battle. she wondered if it was worth it, weighing her options for a few heartbeats, before ultimately deciding he looked friendly enough to try.

"jhala," she barked, dipping her head again. it was an invitation-- albeit small-- and she hoped he would accept it.