Swiftcurrent Creek elfscript

She raised her head to sniff at a bit of moss which had begun to grown on the stone overhead. She flicked an ear in his direction at the mention of her name, and given the fact she was still studying the moss with her head tilted back, she gave a wave of her tail as positive acknowledgement. She wondered if rainwater would leak through the stones; and if there might be any qualms should she choose to claim the stone cavern for her own. 

It wasn't likely she'd need it, though- others would, including the one whose scent had changed. A woman; one she presumed had paired with one of the many eligible bachelors in the pack. Lestan was included on the list of potential fathers, as he seemed to have a great deal of female admirers himself. 

He seemed timid, though. Almost wary of her as he introduced himself. She turned her gaze back to him. She'd brought him a message from Amalia before- and had led Reverie right to him. This quiet, polite man seemed to be what women wanted nowadays. There was nothing unbecoming about him; no wonder he drew fair eyes to him. 

She looked back into the stony cavern. "Good shelter," Her voice boomed.