Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

her gaze lifted once, daringly, as the sharp tang of fear filled the air. whose, she couldn't have said.

it might've been amusing, had the situation not seemed quite so tense.

she found curious eyes raking along her build. 

cheeks burning, elspeth turned her honey eyes back to the sea. 

her chin nestled atop a single, sandy paw as she curled into herself shrinkingly. 

there were many reasons. 

to put him at ease, to make herself small. to hide the burned flesh and differences between them.

"not bite," the girl whispered back in broken syllables, tail thumping once in welcome as her eyes darted to the silhouette of him again. "a'm good dog."