Moonspear snowfox

She watched the man like a hawk, her keen eyes picking up every movement with the twitch of a hunter used to picking out silhouettes from a distance.

Her people had hunted by sight, by sound. The highest peaks with the snow did not hold scent as well as the green places.

The flirting didn’t go over her head, and a sheepish flush came to her cheeks as she gathered the materials given to her by Chakliux. Tullik’s eyes watched the gaps, then the man himself, somewhat bemused, but she did as told. She settled the substance beside her and began to smear it with her paws and the assistance of her tongue, which made her lips twitch upwards and her head jerk back a short ways.

It is not pleasant a taste. came her idle comment, her face twisted into a frown.