Firefly Ravine (m) who says I like right angles?

He could not bring himself to speak to her. None of the usual aloof questions he prodded strangers with.

He wondered if she had seen the men of the Rise already, if she knew very well what her presence did and if she was a serpent come to sneak through their grass. What did it matter? He had already stepped into the viper pit if so.

If still not chased, he would stop a few feet from her. Testing the air once more, rumbling something meaningless. His head would dip below his shoulders, hackles prickled only from the mere overstimulation than any aggression.