The Heartwood inuusik ✾

inky ears twitched at her foreign greeting, the uniqueness of it causing a curious twist to mold along his features. "i greet you too?", he replied back with a tilt of his head, as though asking if that were the correct response.

his attention fled from the details of her feminine form back to the hide that sat comfortably atop her ivory shoulders. "is that for decoration or for hunting?", he wondered aloud with a motion to the doehide. the way is clashed against her pale coat had certainly caught his attention, but astaroth imagined there was some unspoken benefit to hunting with pelts that might suppress your scent.