The woman with the buttermilk coat shifted upon her paws, her pearl stocking leg lifting up and then placed infront of the other for a moment while parakeet visionaries glanced back towards the dark slate male with carrot, mulberry, indigo and magenta all molded and faded together. He was an eye sight that was for sure, but not hard on the eyes either. He spoke playfully as her words caught his vocals. As he rose up to follow her.
"I think we could handle a bear though." She turned back towards him, trying to be brave. Hell she already took care of a mountian lion - but a bear? She was unsure of. Scared slightly Identification turns back around and aligns herself with his frame. "I mean I hope that we could." Of course she was a little nervous but she known when to be brave and when not to.
Ears erect as she listens before cautiously further into the cave. Getting a sense of bravery she moved forward once again.
