Cedar Sweep Healing and Breaking, small divide

A young man about her age of ivory and russet came across her. She turned brown eyes upon him and tilted her downy head. Fur layered a small chill. He was bigger than even she. Granted it wasn't hard. She was a tiny, petite thing. Sometimes even thought of as a younger pup, barely out of adolescence.

She gave a tentative sniff. He smelled of the warchief, of herbs and grass. One ear forward one back.

Do you know of the Gingko tree? Her voice heavily accented curled around him.