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

He was without voice. Sanja appreciated the silence, and him, all the more. Perhaps he did not know the same language she did, but it did not matter; his body spoke for him and she understood that more than anything.

There was a rising tension in her shoulders as the man drew closer, a vague fear, but he was careful. He did not crowd or covet. She drew a breath and found a tangle of scents upon him.

Curiosity sparked and Sanja tentatively closed the gap. She moved to extend her neck and run her nose across his fur, barely, and to taste the air around his face.

Finding nothing amiss, her tail sways with cautious optimism.