Blackfoot Forest all gods dispense suffering without reason

Her downy ears allowed his next words to bed down on them, and she lightly chewed at the inside of her at the question of why. ”I intend to make my way to ze sea, however, I am recently arrived to ze Wilds.” Aure looked at him levelly, her gaze open - innocently so - and considering as she took him in; as sturdy as he was willowy, with a heft to him that told her he must use it for something other than all this wandering. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he might guide her from this place.

”You are very strong,” she mused, absent-minded in her overlook. ”Are you a, ahm...” Her voice faltered a bit; what caught her attention the most was the red-as-blood printing upon his shoulder. This made her tilt her head, unabashedly leaning focus towards it, and she found her words again, ”Are you you a...warlord?” It was the only thing that made sense to her; blinking at the inkling and him as if a whelp who wondered; grasping at what only made sense to them with the information they were presented.

She made, too, to move closer, but leaned her weight back into her hocks, keeping sure to remember how they’d only met just moments ago; how intrusive it would be. Her lips pressed thin, nipping at them, but her gaze remained inquisitive and un-acknowledging of her more logical mind. She certainly hadn’t considered how her previous eyeing of him might seem, either.

tl;dr she wanna peek but can’t let herself lmao