Honeyed Pasture kipik

with the splashing of water filling her ears, and her attention focused on the task at hand, the she-dog didn't notice the male's presence until the soft chuff -- not unlike the clearing of a throat. the croon died in her throat, the owl straightening with a tiny jerk as wide eyes of dusk pink and lilac flew to the man. 

he was much like the sentinels of the seaside forests. huge, as so many of his kind were when compared to miki. dark, a creature composed of loamy soil and the lengthening shadows of coming nightfall. even his eyes reminded her of a forest at dusk, like the golden rays that stretched between thick trunks. 

a heartbeat passed as the two observed each other. kissimi soon settled, blunt auds falling back as her curled tail dipped low -- inching between her legs instinctively. a pinkberry nose lifting to the air to catch the autumnal scent of the stranger: the cinnamon of crushed leaves, the musk of herds, a cologne of the feral mountains he hailed from.

a nictate of her ivory eyelids. a rasping noise escaped, what might have been a noise of greeting if not for the ruin of her vocal chords. the brumal fae's head cocked curiously.