Greatwater Lake Harappa

She would have done well to limit her observation to a few glances at a time, but the thought hadn't crossed her mind. At least not yet. Truly, she was entranced by the many scars that littered his physique, each telling a story of some ill event or hard circumstance conquered. As one would listen intently to another's history, she gave the same care in mapping his features. Even going so far as to step forward to better see his flank, but limited her interest to where her paw would imprint the ground as she settled. Her ears twitched when he spoke effectively pulling her attention from his paws to his muzzle. Her own muzzle wrinkled slightly as she blinked several times to return moisture to her eyes. She hadn't thought she was staring that long at the male. "No," she uttered quietly. "Nothing else."