Blackfeather Woods Drowning

An apprehensive smile showed on Amun's face as the female smiled back at him. The tears in her eyes were so fresh, they glistened. As when his sisters were sad, he felt a strong urge to lick her face and be close to her until she felt better; that wasn't exactly a "hi I don't know you" move, however. "No, no, I just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt or something.." He answered to her apology.

"I'm uh, Amun." He shook himself off a bit, suddenly overly aware that his coat was filthy. The shake did nothing except fluff up the semi-damp hair along his neck and back. He moved slightly closer to her, hoping there was something he could do to help.