Duskfire Glacier greed

As she noted his hackles rising, Sunday Morning took several steps away. She could see that she had surprised him; she knew not everyone took well to such, and his initial body language suggested to her she ought to tread carefully. She could understand, as she would have done the same caught unawares. His voice, though, was light and airy. There was joy in the sounds that he made. Sunday Morning's tail waved slowly behind her at that, more of a happy little twitch than anything else then.

The most captivating thing about this one was his eyes. They reminded her of the ocean she had ranged past in the later days of her journey. Of its cool waters, and its shore both. And so he became Ocean Eyes to her.

Ocean Eyes spoke on, his tone not disgruntled. She felt more at ease for it, nostrils flaring to drink in the scent of him. Not unfamiliar, this scent. His gesture was one her gaze followed, though her eyes were quick to return to him at the familiar word deer. Sunday Morning perked up, looking back in the direction they both had come from before her bright yellow eyes returned to him.

Her tail waved as she let out two affirmative whuff-whuffs, turning and stepping toward the trail she had just taken. It would be easy enough to get back to where they were. Though she watched him, interested to see if he had meant to follow another trail of theirs she had not yet gleaned.