the world in colour

Fern Gulley.

It was the perfect name for a stunning green terrain such as this one. "That's a beautiful name," he commented, offering a dip of thanks in return for the information she provided. Her follow up question earned another nod as the male rolled his haunches beneath him to recline back. His tail wrapped about his hip, letting the white and black tip tap against the ground. "That's a lovely name,"[b] he complimented with ease, seeing no reason not to say it. He wasn't interested in her past casual conversation, and compliments weren't terrible to give.

In truth, every pregnant female gave off a scent that any male could sense, but Lothaire wasn't interested in the pups she carried with her. It was none of his business. [b]"My name is Lothaire Morei," he dipped his head in greeting. "And to answer your inquiry more in depth, I am new to these parts. I was a former noble in lands far from these, but I've since lost the silver spoon I once held in my mouth." He didn't think it necessary to go into further detail than that.

"Before I left my previous home, I'd been learning a bit of healing from my mother. She was a spectacular healer, and this place reminded me of her. Would that I could pick up on my lessons where she left off."