Honeyed Pasture I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor

Yipee! :3 We magically pretended they’re on the coast, since her den is on Moontide’s borders.

She had decided to make her way back to her den after her bout of wandering in Honeyed Pasture, and as she approached her front porch, so to speak, there was a dark man. It was not Sumac, no, for this man was lighter, with more white and lighter accents. She came close, sniffing the air  to get on him, who he was. He smelled almost of Moonshadow, perhaps they were from the same group, but there was something there, another scent, familiar. 

He wore a strict look upon his face, and when he spoke, she was genuinely surprised and even a little flattered. His name was spruce, still an unfamiliar face to her. How did he know of her pregnancy? She titled her head, wearing a smile and her sky blue eyes sparkling. “I am indeed.” She gave a nod, and tried her best to respond appropriately, “Thank you. I will be glad to have these as I move further along. It’s quite exciting.”

He asked if he could be of any more help. Perhaps he could, maybe he would like to hold a conversation. She’d like to know more of who Spruce was. “Please, sit.” She offered, “Where do you come from Spruce? You do not smell of the ocean, are you traveling?”