Honeyed Pasture great scott

"oh, uh. right. yeah. have i seen one before?" buying himself time and another glance into the azure gaze that lit above her mouth. her ears, small-formed and one notched, which gave her an edge to an already intriguing palette. "warsaw islands," lionel managed to dig out from the end of his failing tongue. "and i saw one, once. but it wasn't that big." 
the stag, who had just moments ago been wondering after death by ursine, now turned his thoughts to where she might have appeared from. her fragrance was tinged with the backdrop of others, suggesting a pack. "and, uh, you?" there had been three little bands within the sentinels, but since leaving he had met none. and it would not have mattered to lionel, where she came from. only that she had come closer, and he felt his mouth dry with a sudden nervousness he tried to veil behind a cheeky grin.