Finally taking flight

"Eska"

At the sound of someone approaching, Eska turned. A dusty blue tongue protruded, lapping away droplets of water that clung to her lips. Sulfur eyes rested upon none other than Ulric. A smile pulled involuntarily at the woman's maw and her gaze seemed to brighten as he stopped before her. The man greeted her and she gave him a gentle nod. "Good morning," she purred in her smooth, yet slightly husky tones. His presence was still so welcome. So comfortable. No alcohol necessary to stir the feelings within her, it seemed.

Ulric asked how she slept and the first reaction that came to mind was to say 'like the dead' but the thought of the remark instantly sobered her. Her mother was sleeping like the dead. The grin faded and Eska merely nodded. She had slept well, after all. The woman searched the umber brutes scarred face for a moment before he went on, suggesting plans for the day.

A tour was on the agenda, it seemed. She could sense Ulric's happiness, his eagerness. Who was she to deny him? Besides, Eska wanted to learn all that she could about the pack that her mother founded. She wanted to know what was needed so that she could fill in the gaps. Make herself valuable. "I would like," she assured him. There was an urge there to kiss him again, but she bit it back, though she did bestow a long, lingering look at his smiling lips.