Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

An unfamiliar voice made her ears twitch, her head turning soon thereafter. The man stood in front of her suited the environment far better, his sandy hues and lean figure appearing as though carved by the desert itself.

Her head tilted, a smile crossing her muzzle. What makes it any safer for a pretty boy then? It was a good question, she thought. Maybe she had not been inclined to put it to use as of late, but she certainly had a bite to her.

She was sure he meant no harm, though Leto thought the best of everyone. He was not wrong to ask - he could have been truly concerned. It would be cruel to make an assumption.