Firefly Ravine fifteen states [m]

He moved, and with them she felt the earth pulled a little, as though he was heavier than gravity, drawing her down the slope toward him as well. She pushed her whiskers forward, inviting him to come forward for her to inspect him, a soft chunnering sound rumbling in her chest. 

He smelled strongly of the ocean- a mariner, no doubt, hardened by stiff gales and cold blasts of air. The Keep would suit him, she thought; a mere day trip from the shore, and the salt wind still cut through the cool hit of glacier air. 

”I’ve been looking for someone like you,” She broke the silence, finally. She chose to speak in English, knowing he would not likely know her native tongue- but her accent still ebbed and flowed in her voice.