Blackfoot Forest Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

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Oh. Someone was here other than the wild fauna choir. Their voice sounded close...so close. She weaved a few trees in hopes she would spot them and spot them she did. A large hulking figure, even in the shade of the forest she could tell he was painted in all sorts of earthy tones. Was this her second chance? A bear-like-creature bestowed upon her from someone above?

“ Pozdrowienia. ” She hummed in soft reply, crouching near the earth. Her tail ducked and curled under her form. Her salmon tongue darted out to sweep over her inky lips. A truly submissive form she had taken on in the stranger's presence.