Moonsong Glacier No other matches your scene

Timidly, he moved forward, hovering his whiskers over the cast and tilting his head from side to side, the way a bird might pause to investigate a shiny rock. He thought he could pick out by smell what some of the ingredients were, and with a brief touch of his nose, he noted the texture. "Wow," He said, clearly impressed as he stepped back. "And you find it works? It is firm enough to support you though you're-" He said, with an apologetic laugh, "Well, you're quit trim, so I imagine this would work quite well for you."

He stepped back, eyebrows still raised. "I am very impressed; your anaa seems to know what she is doing. I'd be glad to know how one makes something like this," He said with a tip of his chin.