Otter Creek the art of the fox

can we forward this at all? i dont think starling existed in the game when the thread started :o

starling hung back as the two ahead conversed -- her watchful eyes flitting from first the female to the male. the female (who instinctively starling was less concerned by) seemed friendly enough -- but it was the male that drew starling's attention.

he looked different, in a way that invited her curiosity. as a princess, it was her right to know why he looked different -- he reminded her in some way of the rogue band she had once encountered outside of wintersun. what had they called themselves? she couldn't recall.

she strode out from behind a scarred bough with the dramatic appeal of an actress, her fur glossy and sleek and her muzzle held with the authoritative title of a highborn. she delivered the male a cheeky look, her mint eyes unabashedly tracing his figure. "state your name, sir." the sovereign girl commanded, fully expecting his wordless compliance.