Coming back around again

He watched as she slipped her bracers back on her slender limbs. The action shouldn’t have entranced him nearly as much as it did. Perhaps it was just the act of watching her. Enjoying her as she readied herself. He realised he had it bad, and fought the urge to pull away from the feeling. Commitment was still something he was weary of.

“An Okapi? Neat” He said admirably. Perhaps he could make something out of their soft fur, as well. He grabbed his beloved sword, which he had stored carefully to the side, and slung it on his back. Heading towards the entrance of her den. Where morning light was already sweeping like a curtain across the cave's dark floor The moment he passed the threshold, he began to track. Searching for scents of signs of its passage.

"Speech"