Sunset Valley backbone

He appreciated Masque's diplomacy more than he could express in words. Instead of speaking, he nudged her shoulder and mustered a meaningful glance, squeezed by a quick smile. Her eyes were identical to Redd's, the same shade of brilliant gold.

If he squinted hard enough, he would only be able to see the few square inches of her face which were nearly indistinguishable from the Wealda, red fur and all.

But at the risk of looking insane, he refrained from doing so, and quickly averted his gaze.

Of course, he said to her invitation, glad to have something to do with his hands. I can't promise any elegance, but I'll try my best.

The two of them then set out on a path hugging the green slopes of the valley, his own gait stiff with vigilance.