Jade Fern Grove [M] The Fortune Queen of New Orleans

He was reassured that his performance had been good- he personally thought he'd been spectacular, but he didn't exactly have much to reference- and when she sat, he sat alongside her, hoping she wouldn't mind the company. After so much brisk activity, the cold might settle in- and he sought to drive it off by shielding her from the light breeze. 

He could look at her now, feeling a bit more accepted and familiar now that...Well, not that it was something to read into too much, but still- that sort of intimacy was something he figured permitted him to look at her as he hadn't before. Furtively, he met her gaze, his eyes blinking as if staring toward a bright light. He smiled at her, and then noticed the faint line on her muzzle. "What happened there?" He asked, bobbing his nose and flicking his eyes from the scar and back to her gaze.