Morningside Cuesta morning glory

happy to wrap this up!

I see. Rest up if you need, Lestan, a friendly smile, then. An encouraging nod. Strange blinking, reddening skin beneath an oaken pelt went otherwise unnoticed, not particularly ignored but filtered aside as another of the man's unique behaviours.

That would be perfect, thank you. I'll remain out here, for now. And should he have nothing less to say, Frederick would dip his head, polite, and turn away, nose to the air, searching for scents that a hunting party could follow. Tail swaying.