Princess of the Rising Sun

The woman first saw the man then she heard the swearing under his breathe and a small grin flashed on her muzzle. French swearing. "J'appr?cierais si vous vous abstenez de telles langage grossier en ma pr?sence monsieur." she pursued in fluent French, her tone unwavering and stern as if she were requiring it almost. She called in a soft breathe as she rose from the dirt, shaking her fur briefly before speaking once more. "Pleasure to meet you however foul your words. You were not disturbing me from much. I high doubt I would have gotten into a sleep either way." She offered up with a small smile to the man.


Her paws still stung as she rose in the dirt and the only sign was the slightest wince when she had first risen. The former warrior queen could not show the weaknesses of pain, it would make her appear weaker than she knew she was. She had felt stupid for revealing as much as she had about the stinging sensation that constantly plagued her paws. Her fur ruffled slightly as a small gust of wind went ripping through the cave. Her lean muscles pushed off from the ground as she walked towards the cave entrance. She gazed outside to see if there was more than just him. When she was confident there was not she returned inside the cave.