Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

Luckily for Satsu, Lullaren had one of his limbs over his chest, so he wasn’t too winded by the woman quite literally tripping over his prone form.

Oof-!

Jewel tones fluttered open with a little wheezing sound, the bard lifting his head to peer at the wolf lying dead center to his breastbone. He flashed a little smile.

If you had wished to say hello, dearheart, you had only need to speak. Came the lilting, joking comment, as Lullaren shifted lightly to try and get comfortable in the warm spot he'd been occupying.