could have asked mother, but that would've been awkward

Damira stepped over the border, her tail flicking in a brief, amiable enough wag. She'd never really been overly friendly towards others before, but watched and saw enough to how act accordingly. Aggressive behaviour was easy, loud and blatant, but subtleties were beyond her and so she didn't know what to do, let alone look for. Scylla would know. It felt like a safe assumption to make as Damira began to walk, a nice stroll along the length of the river that fed the Falls.

"At some point I'm supposed to get a mate."Straight to the point, matter of fact, no strong feelings about it either way. "But I'm not really sure how to go about that- how to make someone interested in me. I suppose it takes more than just good looks?" She mused, head tilting slightly.