Blackfeather Woods the road ahead feels lonely

can i just say this ended up being so f'in cute :') i'm loving this

 

Just as she had indulged him, he had returned the favor. His title. Khaba. A strong name for a strong man.
Kh-aahhh-baaahh, it came out as more of a whisper, mouthing the sounds with exaggerated movements of her lips. Her tongue moved unnaturally when she spoke, which she did not like, though she wanted to honor his grace. So powerful, yet so gentle towards her; and what better way to thank him than to repeat his title back to him? Louder, yet smoother, she says it again. Khaba. A word of praise, a friendly gesture. 
Speech seemed foreign to him, too, with a noticeable tightness to his muscles when he made the attempt, so she did not press him for anything more. Instead, the corners of her mouth turn upward into a lazy smile. Her tail moves in a quiet, content thump. Perhaps Khaba could be a friend.