Blackfeather Woods tied in deep

She is happy to see him. The effects of the spores may be gone, but her mood wasn't. Even while inhaling that air last night, she had seen something through it. Something about him that she just...liked. She may be acting foolish again for feeling this way. Especially towards a stranger she knew nothing about. Not even his name.

She hoped she wasn't jumping the gun. That she had gotten her hopes too high, too soon. "Morning." She whispered back, almost shyly in that light voice that was unique to her. Up close, she stared at great detail at his scars. They made him even more distinct. Instead of meeting him with teeth, she, gentle as ever, nudged under his jaw softly.

"Tell me your name..." She wanted to know him. That was as good a place to start as any.