Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

at the sight of neither a rejection or invitation, stigmata purled forward of his own volition, watching mutedly as the pale valkyrie reclined to partake in her fish. the smokewraith came to a rest before her, reclining on his haunches and giving their surroundings a few cursory glances - letting her swallow a few times more - before stating: "i must admit, this is the hardest i have ever worked for just a name." 

chin lifted, he passed a sly eye over the pale regina, feeling bemused by her if nothing else.

Anytime <3