Hoshor Plains i got a princess face, killer body, samurai mind

her initial expression, one of frustration and confusion, morphed slowly to that of focus and hesitance.

coat of warm caramel, eyes of iceberg blue, and a frame sculpted for that of a hunter. she smelt no distinct scents woven into his fur, leading her to believe he was in the same situation as herself. alone.

he claims to have not meant to disturb her. "but you have." truth be told she'd awoken of her own accord, he had simply given her a fright, but he didn't need to know that. this was a ripe opportunity to get what she could out of a seemingly regretful sap.

"how will you make it up to me?" she had not eased into any comfort, still believing he had been watching her sleep. but if she could gain something from this unsettling situation, then perhaps it wouldn't be half as bothersome.