Cedar Sweep let's race if you wanna taste

Maiken moved further into the light, tiny paw step after tiny paw step. And she stood still, watching waiting. Her eyes dancing around his form and face, taking him in, remembering as she always did. What came next would determine future conversations and meetings. She knew well that big beasts were often rude, and mean. She hoped this time she was wrong, though judging by his voice, she wasn't certain.

I wasn't hiding, simply waiting. Her accent thick as she spoke, her brow furrowed as she fought to make sure she used the correct common words. She had not spoken common so often in her homeland, that it came so easiliy. Though she was fluent, didn't make it easy.

I'm sorry if I interrupted your hunting. I was searching for herbs. I'm a healer you see. She tilted her head and waited, she had to crane her next to look up at the giant, hulking beast.