Phoenix Maplewood if everything is honey, & i am what i eat...

His ears swept backward against his crown when her hackles flared, the amber tracing her lips shining like liquid gold in the evening sunlight. To his surprise she made no further move to fight or flight and whatever counter he had prepared slunk back into the darkness from wince it came.

It was unusual for him to show concern for someone he'd only just met considering sympathy was not something he'd been taught as a child but, the velvet innocence in her voice stirred something in him he couldn't quite place. "Are you alright?" he began, voice rough and awkward as he tried to surge some type of emotion into his tone. "You seemed...distressed." She held no visible injures which left the elder man baffled as to what had caused her such a great disturbance.