Chimera Fields pastel ghost

His response caused her ears to flip up in surprise as if she wasn't sure what she had heard at first was correct. Well, that was a bit brash. Thankfully, despite the man's distress at the comment that had slid unexpectedly from his mouth, Pukei was not the sort to be offended easily. She laughed, before rolling onto her side and wiggling against the earth once more in an effort to make his statement even more true. "Oh, it is? I hadn't noticed!"

She then paused, angling her head to peer at his upside down form through the grass. She was tempted to tease him back with a jab at his own fucked up face but decided against it, in case the stranger was still sensitive about such a scar and did indeed bite. Pukei didn't want to be chased away from the field just yet.

However, he assured her he was of the non-bitey sort and moved forward, though stopped short several paces. She waved her tail in tandem with his own, hoping to ease his nerves. "You got a name, mister?"