Wapun Meadow i saw a bulbasuar but it might have been lettuce

Lo and behold — not a fox, but an albino, indeed. Swathed in creams, the argent of her eyes met the sapphire-limned rubies of his; and had there been no scowl upon his face, the silver might’ve found him a pleasant study. Aure held his gaze, found her own narrowing incrementally, and rose to her paws to face him square on— and started.

​For the first time in all the time she’d been here, before her stood a male who wasn’t gargantuan! Well, he still had a few good slivers above her— well, middling, basically, but this height was perfect! He wasn’t hulking! Her delight was evident in the giddiness that wriggled throughout her boney body; in the smothered smile on scarred lips. “Tu ești perfecțiunea. I am Aure.”

As far as mannerisms went, well, they went out her head. She bathed in that ignorance, tail afeather with anxiety at what might come. “How good of a fighter are you? What is your name?” Her marred head canted low, then, ruff shivering out with unbidden anticipation.