Raven's Watch Souärr

Ayovi found she could not blight this gentleness with words. As a dark leg snakes forward she feels almost embraced in safety which had only existed for a time in Big Sky. The huntress disarms in entirety and sinks her cheek into the snow, wondering at her own boldness but mostly about the face with the deep, soulful gaze.
“Ayovi,” she chances on a whisper, “my name.” Hoping it might earn her one in turn.
Her tail swishes, upending snowflakes onto the billowing figure beside her.