Moonsong Glacier One must have a mind of winter

Aukataalungani! She speaks in a breathy gasp—absently reverting to her mother tongue—eyes widening a touch to add to the display of her surprise.

Forgive me... Sheepishly, her ears fold back slowly. I am a tad jumpy at times. 

A glance down, and then her sun-kissed hues return to him. 

Slowly, her nose twitches, noting the match of scent he holds to this land. It is his, as just as he says. I do not come to intrude, She is quick to clarify, and even quicker to bow her head low in submission. It was always frowned upon to intrude on another's place of resting. The same concept applied here, and she would not disobey the lesson she had always been reminded.