Rising Sun Valley ﹌ Kilvan

tey’gan chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his amusement like waves against the shore. we use coastal berries for paint, among other things, he explained, these are for scent.
he stepped past her, paws shifting smoothly through the water. it likens the promise of a mate—good hygiene, caring. his golden eyes flickered toward her, watching her reaction.
his people were warriors, yes, but they were also creatures of beauty. the sea shaped them, adorned them, and in turn, they adorned themselves. a man who smelled of salt and nothing more? undesirable. a man who took care to carry the fragrance of the earth, of the ocean’s gifts? a worthy provider.
the nectar is small, yes, he admitted, a grin teasing at his lips, but we are patient.