Morning romp amongst the grass

The tri-colored warriors ears twitched slightly as the female before him spoke. Her voice was soft, innocent even. So she had been out here to take a nap? Who does that in the open? Icy gaze latched onto her topaz yellow ones. Sniffing once, he took her scent in one quick inhalation. He'd remember her now. He hesitated before stepping out, if anyone else were out here with her and decided to pick a fight with him, he'd give each of them what for. He studied her for a moment, she seemed honest enough. But then again, honesty could easily be tainted by the underlying clutch of dishonesty.


Finally, he would step into the small clearing to sit at the edge from where he just appeared. Wary, as his position implied as so. "My name is Squall...Squall Leonhart. I am not from these lands...I'm sure that's obvious." His stared at her, his eyes cold and piercing, though without exactly meaning to. The scar on his muzzle cast a small shadow upon itself, outlining it.




Speech, Thought, You