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

Happy holidays!

this time, she could not smother her amusement. a rueful, stuttering grin fought to splay across her lips even as the islander ducked her head to hide it. a hoarse cough of a laugh escaped under her breath.

did he find it as amusing, this awkward dance? or perhaps el had truly lost touch with the finer intricacies of socializing. 

"havenae heared 'good wolf' afore," she managed gratingly, eyes sliding to the revetment as he stretched himself upon the ground. 

it was a phrase her people had held in high regard -- the ones who could speak, anyhow. but she'd never heard one of his kind adopt the words.

"glad ye not bite," the she-dog whispered, offering the man a timid smile before she was forced to turn away from his keen, yellow eyes again. like looking at the sun.

there seemed to be some understanding between them. some pact. to remain soft and still beneath the snowfall. to share, fleetingly, this small moment of companionship. in spite of the cards they both held close to their chests.

"a'm elspeth," cù offered up to him after a heartbeat, the words clasped gingerly in her lilt as if they were a great treasure. "an' ye?"