Lake Rodney Heartbeat Rhythm

There was something gentle about the air around him. She did not feel fretful or at danger and he spoke with the uncertainty of youth. Although it was a shame for him to not know others (she had been there once, not that long ago) perhaps she could help his transition into the wilds.

When he mentioned hunting there was a certain liveliness to her silver eyes. If it was allowed from Amun, Jakoul aimed to move even closer and gently brush her nose over his shoulder. She was prepared to give him his space should he not react well to her gesture though. The Morta did not wish to make the rogue uncomfortable.

Come? She asked softly as she gazed upon his face with an evident kindness. Handsome, healthy and most importantly — enthusiastic. He was a fine creature, that much she could not deny. Blackfeather home. Help, teach, protect. It was not what she requested of him but what she was willing to offer him. In an odd way perhaps Amun would be her project. To see if she could truly do what had been done to her when she arrived.