to the beat of my own drum

She'd been a little too late to the area to join the previous nights festivities, but Ouse figured that she could pick up scents that might lead her to one pack or another. There she could ply her trade; swapping stories for sanctuary and sustenance. A little bird had told her of the party, so she was on her way to the beach, picking her way through a pretty little place full of greenery and songbirds. Here and there she saw deer and rabbits. This place was surely thriving. It was a nice change from the desert-like area that she'd gone through recently.

As the painted woman padded through on long, spindly legs, her pumpkin-orange eyes picked up on movement up ahead. Lumbering movement. Reddish fur. Hmm, interesting. The storyteller's strides became a little longer as she sped up to intercept whatever strange creature was up ahead. Ouse loved seeing new types of animals. The world was an amazing place and she knew it. During her travels with Jynn, she'd seen a few water cows and some strange fish that blew water out of their heads. What would she find here?

"Halloooo!" Friendly tones, heavily laced with a Scottish accent called out as she came closer to the creature. Whatever it was, gods... did she ever love its fur! It looked so plush and soft. The woman wanted to rub her face on it. Wanted to give it a squeeze. The pallid woman stopped her approach, tilting her painted face downward to look upon the small but hefty creature. "And what might you be, then? Handsome for sure." She chuckled in her good natured way, the corners of her eyes crinkling.