Fox's Glade ocean eyes

Cole blinked, momentarily stunned by her delicate manner. The softness in her voice, the gentle tilt of her head—it was something he wasn’t used to, and it left him fumbling for a response. Doesn't have'ta be that way.

He shifted awkwardly, clearing his throat as he looked out over the valley for a moment before returning his gaze to her.

Yeah, I... I’ve got time, he said, his deep voice carrying an unusual hesitation. His tail gave a single slow sway, an unspoken attempt to put her at ease as much as himself. He felt clumsy under her refined gaze, unsure how to carry himself around someone so... genteel.

I’ll join you, he added, a little firmer this time. He adjusted his stance, his towering frame somehow trying not to seem as imposing beside her small, graceful figure. The open valley stretched out before them, and for once, he wasn’t just scouting—it felt like something more, though he couldn’t quite place why.

Tell me about...the ocean. Ain't ever...been t'one.