Hoshor Plains love into a weapon

she turns at the sight of him, her steps an even pace as she draws near to hear the familiar sound of his voice. "pretty lady?" she half teases, a paw raising to brush away the smudge on his cheek. her eyes speak of a fondness for his compliment, though her words give voice to a playful ring, "you flatter me, mr. tall, dark and handsome"

a smile sneaks it's way to her lips as she raises to her tiptoes to place a kiss where dirt had once clung to.

"how goes the patrol?" she asks while lowering back to her normal height. "chase away any hooligans of late?" it seemed during their foundation that there had been several nose-deaf interlopers that had tried to wander through. she wonder if with their official claim to the land if the pesky locals had finally took the hint.