Ouroboros Spine iii. out of this home

The fawn's ears pricked alertly when she heard the soft thud of his game against the forest floor, the chuff he emitted towards her in greeting. The fawn turned to find a brumal man at her back, short for a male but significantly taller than Lótë. The morco's breadth seemed to be reserved for his build -- which was thick with musculature, stocky and stout. The young woman guessed that he was close to her own age of two summers based on appearance, but could not be certain due to his size -- she could not imagine the thought of him growing older, becoming anymore immense in his prime than the helka hunter already was.

The weaver felt a small tingle of apprehension but buried it as she took a step toward him to face him properly, her auds lowering from their raised position instinctively as her taupe tail gave a wag of welcome. A hushed chirrup escaped her in return, her gaze of pale jade dropping to the deer's spine for a moment before they returned to the male's caramel gaze -- only a few hues darker than her own pelt. "Hello," came her soft murmur, octaves inflected with a measure of curiosity, wondering perhaps if he had wanted something or was just looking to introduce himself as a clan member.