Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

expression kept carefully neutral, the woman regards the male as he speaks, gaze searching. the jagged scars on her forelimb are obvious, but a shift of her weight is enough to hide the underlying bone and muscle damage that heals still. a twitch of her tailtip is a pale echo of the male's friendliness, but her motionless in being approach is enough to convey her acceptance of him doing so. 

tongue pulls over her fangs, disliking the fact that this man knows more about her than she him. "well enough," comes her answer, probing then, "who are you?" she wonders, idly, if the scars that disfigure his face are a monument to a fight won or lost, or, akin to those on her forelimb, something simply survived.