Bearclaw Valley Rubadubdub

Loving this btw :)

As soon as he laid eyes on the female she darted to the ground. Head and face pressed into the earth. 

A bow... one Drust had trouble discerning. 
Not of play... 
A quick glance over her shoulder revealed an untucked tail. Not of fear...

A flurry of words came spewing from her lips, a tad muffled as they were spoken into the ground. But equally as foreign as any others Drust had heard before.

He took slow steps toward her and rested his muzzle beside her lowered head. But huffs and puffs of his nostrils beside her ears, taking in her scent. He closed his eyes... and listened... thud thud... thud thud.

Her heartbeat was accelerated. 

Glancing to the pile of objects she had dropped he looked at the fish, berries, and... some kind of trinket. He nudged them with his nose. Sliding them back onto the leaf before picking them up and standing before her, watching, waiting.