Boartusk Heights the goodbye is the hardest part

The sound of a voice had his brows raising softly, turning to meet his autumnal eyes with the speaker. What he was greeted with was quite a sight, if he were being completely honest. A woman (gender of which he'd assumed because of their voice) who was a proper curse by Deorwine standards. Covered in the many sins of her fathers, born a scapegoat for whatever unspeakable acts had been caused in the past. But to him, it sparked a different response... The stranger's pelt was akin to a blanket of wispy snow in the sun, with little spots here and there melted away to reveal the forest floor beneath it.

Such a beautiful thing, how could it be cursed?

Whatever... He'd shove his familial vitriol to the back of his mind for now. Where it rightfully belonged.

By all means. Come to take in the view as well? He greeted pleasantly, the corners of his lips upticked.