Bearclaw Valley Girl, I, must warn you

Sorry for the wait @Skoll Almir

She closes her eyes, not yet willing to fall asleep but content on resting her brain for just a while. The chill is the last of winter's hold, if the blooming flowers had anything to say about it. Spring was here, chilly or not.

The growing flowers did make an excellent crunch as someone stepped on them, alerting her to the presence of someone else. She doesn't raise her head, merely opening her eyes to seek out who it was, and fastening them in the masculine figure. 'ello.