Ragnar the Red (Because I Can't Help Myself)

She’d caught a glimpse of the timber male above in one of her scanning gazes from wall to wall—instead of calling out, she had continued her strolling pace, the only sign she might have been aware of him that of her cocked ear, listening toward his location.

She wasn’t worried about the male’s presence. Aelloshir was lurking nearby, hunkered in the shadows of a tree and watching closely. So, she only kept the male in her peripheral. When he did call out, she shifted her full attention on him, head cocked slightly as she studied him fully.

The angle made it so she saw more of his underside than his top, but he seemed well made and on the more muscular side of things. Her eyes left him briefly to mark where she was, spotting the narrow ledge to her left and making note before she turned back to the male, dipping her muzzle in an easy gesture of greeting as she responded simply, “Good evening.”

The answer was short and simple, but her expression offered a conversation, rather than a shout for solitude as her tail lifted slightly, bannerlike long hairs waving in a brief gesture of welcome.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think