Fox's Glade she is collecting pieces of the broken hearts

a slight start as she stirs from her reverie, soft chuff rippling along the breeze to twirl about velveteen ears as curious eyes waste no time in pinpointing his location. instinct guides her to lighten the weight pressed upon the earth, muscles pushing into her toes lest she need to make a hasty escape but she is appreciative once noting his ceased movements. a clement smile is offered as she marvels at the way in which the shifting light streaming from the shivering canopy drops its gossamer glow upon him, spinning the shadows adorning his pelt into magnificent bronze. a swish of her feathery plume as her svelte figure steals across the dappled floor to close some of that yawning distance between them, pressing gaze unabashed in its intensity as she blinks up at the startling gold of his. and yet, there appears to be a weariness to him, something she can sympathize with all too well as melancholic shadows strangle the pierce of his glowing gaze. 

however she is met with pleased surprise by the scent adorning his burly figure, the pack from the mountain vale! this sparks more fervent in her smile, eager at the potential information she could gather for valette about his pack. but she must sate herself lest she frighten him off with off the bat interrogation and so with a slight bird like cock to her head; she'd lilt by means of greeting "beautiful here, isn't it?" and awe pressed eyes would skip from the mountain man to sweep over both the lustrous meadow and tranquil glade beaming and humming on either side of them.