Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

a little hum when she hears the name. inkeri, something that neon has not heard. strange to the noble, but perhaps something of beauty to her homeland. neon knows better than to judge something she knows little about. with two tails wagging, neon held onto high hopes with this conversation. it is not often that you find friendly faces in such a consistent string; she was grateful that inkeri would be her third in a row.

"you have pretty eyes, inkeri." flattery was often a good way to build a bridge, right? however, neon's shameless words were always stemming from the heart. she was never a good liar anyways, so everything had to be true from her mouth. "when others meet me, they think i'm a devil because of mine," a bubbly giggle and shake of the head, "who knows, maybe they're right."

"but devils wouldn't share their food, i don't think. would you join me for a bite?" a little nudge of her paw against the carcass at her feet.