To the Weast [Aurielle]

Aurielle’s eyes sparkled with gentle amusement at Dove’s surprise at the speech of her two friends, shaking her head without rancor at his quick apology. “It’s quite alright. It seems as though not all animals have the same ability of speech as we or others do. Even some wolves don’t seem to have the same… ability.”

She’d certainly be surprised if one of the three bison spoke up, and it would certainly put that animal, and perhaps the whole three bison, off the menu.

It seemed the dark man had decided that she was at least safe enough to offer his name and manners to, and as he introduced himself, she dipped her muzzle in a graceful nod, the easy smile on her features, her embarrassment at Loshir’s speech as to her virtuous nature having faded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dove.”

However, concern furrowed her brow-points as her dual-blue gaze took him in more closely from her spot in the pool. The brightness of the desert and the color of his coat, mixed with the shade made it difficult to pick anything out immediately, thus she asked gently, “Are you in need of any healing?” She paused thoughtfully as her eyes dropped to his paws, considering the hot sands in the desert that surrounded the oasis. “Aloe vera for your paw pads, perhaps?”

There was a clear sigh in her eyes that he didn’t have to accept her help, though she was willing to point him to some good plants to soothe overwarm feet.

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