Black Morass stirring

It is no surprise that the other turns to respond to Pukei's presence on the scene, yet the girl's ears prick and she raises her head as if she were a deer hearing the snap of a twig. The woman is a stunning sight to behold, her long pale coat falling around her like a fine silk gown, with a name just as regal as her appearance. She was in stark contrast to the gangling, muddy-pawed thing before her.

Yet Pukei's cheerful demeanour does not falter, and she offers an innocent, beaming smile in response to the stranger's greeting despite her intense, red-hued gaze trained upon her. "Evening! My name's Pukei!" she replies, then adds after a beat, "oh, but no need for apologies, miss."

"Not like I'd set up shop in a place like this," she continues almost without taking a breath, oblivious to the fact that the stranger may have been enjoying a peaceful moment in silence. "Kind of a bit squishy, y'know?" As if in demonstration, she lifts a sodden paw, flicking it to rid herself of the mud.