Whitebark Stream Hey, feeling good, like I should,

"not in some time," he answered, red-tinged ears cupping forward as he attempted to discern what it was she bore. "i can bear a message."

a missive, directly to artyom only days after arrival? the soldier's immediate wariness crept back; he enjoyed the sound of her voice, but not its implications. hushgold eyes stole to her own, noticing she wore an expression in her smile he had not before seen.