Bearclaw Valley you're the voice that i like

and it seemed that their conversation had come to a plateau. as to avoid awkwardness, the woman would stand, though offering a nudge of her paw to the woman's shoulder ; a friendliness that she would not mind unrequited. a smile all the same.

i will, milan, rala said. i hope we may be considered friends, as you are my first of this valley. it was a pleasure speaking with you. and she would wait for a moment, in case there was anything left to say. should there be silence, though, she would give a gentle nod, and turn away. seeking someplace to make a den of her own so she may rest.