Fox's Glade ocean eyes

"it is peaceful, but it requires a lot of patience. a lot of waiting, watching." she hummed softly, voice a gentle melody. she'd once been a great fisherwoman; taught by her father. her heart both warmed and ached at the bittersweet memories. life had been so simple back then...

"perhaps one day, i can teach you." it was a shy offer, a soft one. extended carefully incase he would refuse. it would be nice, to not only test her skill again, but to do so with pleasant company. 

that gentle tone of his...it made her heart stutter, in ways she could not understand. how a man so rugged could speak so softly; it fed the hopeless romantic in her, that tiny part that'd been shrouded for so long. she smiled, perhaps wider than before. his words did soothe the ache. she was grateful. he was a good man. 

"if they're as friendly as you, i think i might be alright." she glances up at him, seeing him in a new light. a bright one. thoughtfully, she asks, "what pack are you with?" his scent carried that of others.