Sunset Valley fortune days

Neither of them deters their course, closing the distance. She only curves slightly when close enough, keeping her path clear and space between them as comfortable as she’s willing. He holds himself as Warbone once had, briefly thinking about the outcome of the brute she hasn’t seen in some time.

“No,” she responds easily, easing part of her posture. She doesn’t necessarily relax but her tail lowers only slightly and some of the tension sheds away. Maybe—technically—he’s interrupting her day but there is no inconvenience on her part. There’s no particular destination to her steps but she’s familiar with the area from a life formerly on a mountain. “Scouting,” she decides with a shrug. “You from around here?”