Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

Decided yesterday to revamp each of my characters’ formatting XD

The fae stood as rigid as the frost bitten earth beneath her paws whilst the brute turned to face her. She had fought those of his size before, but that was when she had had a pack to keep her strong and fed. Now her muscles had thinned, her curves less visible then what they had once been. It was the price of freedom she supposed, not that she chose that freedom in the first place.

Feyre caught a glimpse of his tail, fanning out behind him in a friendly, yet slightly wary manner. She found that her own ivory plume quickly mirrored his. Her petite paws awakening from their brief slumber to pad closer. 

The male’s first words ran over her like honey, her audits flickering at the low timbre  she had not heard for a while. She was inwardly embarrassed by her subtle shock, but it might have been awkward if another fae had sounded like that. His next words quickly eased her, for she recognized the slight angst in his wording. 

A  teasing grin grew on Feyre’s face, her voice cool and collected, “It could be treating me better.” She released a small chuckle, realizing small talk must not really be his thing. Or perhaps it was just introductions that caused his mind to stutter.

The fae lowered herself down upon her haunches, visibly at ease as her plumage wraped about herself. “What is your name?” She inquired, her head tilting to the side. Those keen amber optics took in his visage, noting the mark across his muzzle with wariness. Her mind stretched to remember the packs that lived in these lands, to remember if she had accidentally strode through a border without heed of her actions.