Phoenix Maplewood Come kiss me further

Pandora’s tail moves in a flurry behind her hocks. Not in a bad way, but one that shows her interest in her newly acquainted company. As the other female speaks, her large ears swivel on her crown. Her smile persists and she tilts her head with a soft questioning look at the word she does not understand. She assumes it’s a thanks, judging by the bashful look that overcomes her soft features. At that a soft laugh escapes Pandora’s lips and she plants her rump on the ground in a sitting position, curling her full tail around her ankles comfortably.

Imaq Qeya. She says and Pandora assumes it’s her name. These words sound just as foreign to her ears as the last. Then she adds Of Duskfire Glacier on there and she tilts her head once more, but in the opposite direction. 

“Oh? And where is that? Is it here?” She questions softly. “I’m not from around here.” The fox lookalike clarifies with a laugh. “Is that where your pack lives? I smell others on you.”