Bearclaw Valley needlework and seedlings,

might have to work harder, piqsiq' nuvu', snowwoman grinned, eyes sparkling with a youthful mischief. one would think that she would be a walking storm cloud herself, filled with sorrow, with regrets and pain from the manner in which she had been raised, but rather, she was quite the opposite. joyful, almost whimsical, though no less grounded. no less serious. however, she wished to enjoy this moment.

when he gave a slight pause, she would nod her head, allowing her neck to be exposed to the man. trust had to be built, should they be living within the same valley, and so she would allow the man to memorise her ox-filled scent, sweet in her way. the way tvar seemed to put her scent to memory, however, reminded her of a man who had done such a similar thing - @Faust, his name was. dark, intimidating, predatory, and yet he had dubbed her 'star girl', and seemed friendly enough. he pulled his head away, then.

the thought of the dark man was fleeting just as quickly.

thank you, polar-cub smiled, offering a flick of her tail and a step forwards as she studied hazel hues. head moved side to side, slow, graceful in the same way that one would move while underwater. one could believe her to be a temptress in the way she moved, should her eyes not shine so brightly with a genuine curiosity. your time here has been good thus far, i hope? many friends for a man such as yourself?

a slight tease carried those last words, as if admitting his attractiveness.