Shadewood Honey when I write, get a tight flow spark

He watched with curiosity, for her fetures seemed to flinch and contort at a memory before a wetness slip down her face, glistening like dew in frost. He stood to leave, the energy sad and slack around them, but before he took his first step, she spoke. 

Her pronunciation was off by a long shot, and the ursine had to work hard to decipher what her message was, so he helped her at first by repeating for her, ”Arrowbella.” His jade eyes watched with the promise of teaching — and learning. This would be his gateway to learning the lupine tongue, even if just enough to be understood and to understand. 

His maw spread, a rare action for him, and he smiled at Arrow, not the grin that struck fear, no, a smile of happiness.