Bitterroot Valley off my knees now

regret blossoms in the silver of her gaze when she notices the hardening of the healer's outer edges, the off-put from her harsher tone. and ravah prickles, hackles liftening and then softening all in a moment's notice.

i am sorry, ravah speaks quickly, nose twitching and whiskers too, a healer. it surprise me, is all.

a smile then. forced, but it is true and genuine. she has forgotten all about how the sun had felt kissing upon her fur, and instead offers this man the blunt of her time. tail held aloft at an even incline, a soft wag.

she would call him eti. and if he doesn't mind, she creeps forward to press her nose to the side of his neck, scathing along down to his shoulder, scenting with quick twitches of her nares.

nice meet you too. she offers. you are smelling of... she trails off, a question in her eyes. looking for him to fill in the blank.

assuming he smells like the sea !! but i can change <3 just let me know