Bitterroot Valley off my knees now

yay!!!

there comes a pleasant voice, a pleasant scent, and ravah is pulled from her sun-bathing leisure. winter rarely ever afforded such weather and she was content to take advantage of it.

with silver coalescing eyes, she finds the male and there's a look of surprise that settles on her face. a healer?

ravah shifts so that she can lean closer, legs and forepaws dangling from the tip of the ledge she has mantled herself upon. healer? ravah asks, perhaps too accusatory than she meant to.

the blood on her fur is a bright crimson beneath the rays of cutting sun she basks beneath and ravah looks to the mess of herself, registering etienne's words. oh, a calm blow of breath from the woman. she was often so hostile, bitter as of late—but something about this man did not allow her to be.

i fine. ravah hums. it is from hunt, she informs, and then she slides from the rock, blinking curiously at the man. i am ravah.