Blackfeather Woods staying home to watch the rain

the tall firelicked woman spoke, her stance deferential. relmyna listened quietly, noting the lithe musculature beneath the intriguing pelt, the offer to depart. no need, she mouthed warmly toward the newcomer. if you join us, you shall stay. though her tone was permanently departed, relmyna's expression shifted ever so slightly: do not abandon us, came the message of her stare.
there is room in blackfeather. from where did you come before? the offer of help had won her; the listener stepped forward upon the heels of her question, extending her muzzle to exchange breath with flicker in the manner of their kind.