Moonspear lawmother

He had an expert tongue, capable of speaking more than one language and pronouncing her name right on the first try. She would keep her nickname to herself then, perhaps; or keep it as something to be earned as she suspected already that the fisherman might be a sportsman. 

Unbidden, her chin tilted back at his touch and the fur lifted, springing up like moss under a light drizzle. By what he said, she assumed he was inviting her to go for a walk, and for a moment, light concern tightened the muscles at her brow. "I am new, I...do not know heights," She said, though the slight wave in her tail expressed an interest- so long as she had a skilled tourguide.