Larksong Grotto and that's just how it works.

she could not name the sensation, and eventually it went away.

forgotten soon enough, sobeille's gaze turned as she heard footsteps above her. a long shadow cut its way down the incline, followed by the elegant steps of --

well, she was not sure. it was not coyote, but it did not resemble her, either. the ears and the muzzle shape were all wrong. or if not wrong, different.

her fur flaxen red, tapering away from her slim face -- but it was the velveteen of her downward ears that drew sobeille's fascination.

not the courtly way in which she descended, or the pride evidenced in the sheen of her well-groomed coat.

i be lookin' for somet'in'. sobeille told the half-truth only, turning her unblinking gaze over the woman. what 'appened to your ears?