Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

His warning heard, she pulled away quickly. No longer did her nose pry for his scent. Her eyes were no longer persistent, but found his image occasionally. 

Head leveling, but chin still tilted high, he offered a faint grunt of approval. The change pleased him, thus far.

Now with the openness and somewhat relieved tension, Khaba's silver eyes searched her carefully. He was curious, and his silence asked for more from her. Knowledge and aspirations, whether it was words from her lips or body that answered him.