Blackfoot Forest Aislingean

She accepted with a grin and drew closer to join him in the shade.

Kinloch, ever the gentleman, nudged the rabbit toward her. She could have all she wanted from the thing. If she finished it off, he could hunt again. It felt proper and he held no resentment toward her for taking advantage of a free meal.

Tauris, she introduced herself as. The silver man smiled and bowed his head. The moniker suited her. There was something about the wet-earth brown of her face and the watchful light of her stare that seemed to fit the name she offered. Strange as it might seem, Kinloch wondered if a name was something one grew into or if they were born into it, fitting it with their first breath.

I'm Kinloch. It's a pleasure. Something about his voice suggested that he meant this.

And you have a good eye, miss Tauris. I'm as new as a fledgling to these lands.

They were infinitely beautiful, he wished to say. Instead, his tail wavered and he regarded his company with warmth in his bronze gaze.