Chimera Fields pastel ghost

She doesn't notice him immediately, continuing instead to revel in the feeling of dirt and weeds entangling within her fur. Had she fingers and opposable thumbs, the girl's head would be adorned with a permanent crown of daisies. Alas, she only had paws, so this method would just have to do.

A chance look cast sideways revealed the golden form of the other and Pukei rolled to her stomach with a start, not particularly embarrassed at being caught rolling around like a pup – just surprised by his quiet presence. She remembered the dark stranger who had watched her fishing in a similar way; was this just the weird custom of greeting of the wolves here that she was not privy to?

"Hiya!" she calls out, only then noticing the awful mark marring half his face. Her stomach turns slightly, the impulse to blurt out what happened to your face?? catching in her throat. Don't be rude.

Instead, Pukei waves her tail, motioning beside her with a toss of her muzzle. "Don't be shy, come over! I don't bite! Unless you do, in which case maybe you can stay over there, yeah?"