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her ears pivotted backward at his audacious step closer, but only for a moment before they surged forward with unabashed surprised at the gentle touch to her paw. she is taken aback, confused, wary, skeptical of touch, and flustered all at once. that had been unexpected, and nephele was unsure if she savored the contact or not.

she pulled away just as he did, readjusting to a sitting position where she could put the majority of her weight on her good forepaw. "you are gentler than you look." it wasn't meant as a compliment, nor a jab. merely an observation.

her eyes drifted to the finer details of him as she took a moment to truly drink in the scents he carried. caribou, elk, crusted blood, a mirage of unfamiliar aromas.

she turned from him after a moment, eyes wandering to the distant burdened ridge line of bearclaw in the background. "you've been following me," she breathed. a statement masked as an unspoken question; why?