Fox's Glade Serenity Ribbons

He was quick to meet her, and Nanook returned his greeting with a nod of her own. Smiles still came slow, but she managed a faint quirk of her lips, if only to mirror what appeared socially acceptable. The Apaata had never been expressive, and despite finding herself in pleasant company, her face lapsed back to easy neutrality, while his remained in a comfortable grin.

"Correct." She remembered his name without asking, and so forewent the formality of seeking confirmation in that. She would use her breath on what she didn't know - like what prospects had drawn him out to Fox's Glade. "Hunting?" Closer now, she could pick out the fresh scent of foxes - a trail, perhaps, that he had been following before she interrupted. The Apaata shifted her eyes to peer into the bushes, head inclined and eyes alight with a curious flicker.