Big Salmon Lake roses

The woman seemed eager to have found someone so willing to converse. She moved towards him a few feet before she paused to make herself comfortable, curling her tail around towards the front of her body. She then began to clean the remaining sea foliage from her limbs. The golden boy watched with a curious glint in his gaze for a moment before she seemed to come to life with a remark on the lack of wolves in the area. The right half of his face curled upwards in a smirk and he chuckled faintly.
 
“I sure hope not. I got family out there somewhere,” he remarked with a nod of his head, thinking fondly of the other Crowfeathers who may have been lucky enough to find themselves in the Teekon Wilds. “I’m pretty damn sure we’d be seein’ plenty more carrion birds too,” he then thought aloud with a furrowing of his brows and a glance towards the sky that beamed down on them in clear blue.