all my dreamers put your hands in the skin

Kitsune was glad to see that her first impression was correct. This was a friendly wolf. He greeted her with a contagious grin and a wag of his tail, speaking with an interesting accent. The woman felt that she had encountered such an accent before, but she couldn't be sure. Either way, she felt a small giggle rise in her throat when the word bella passed his ebony lips. This was a romantic language, it seemed. Surely that was a compliment. His name, as well, sounded foreign to her ears. So Kitsune immediately decided to adopt his more simple name. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Drago, and I guess you could say I was drawn by curiosity as well. That is what brought me to these lands, at least. I came to this cave to take a break from all the walking I've done today." She gave the brute a cute little grin, thick silver tail still swaying involuntarily.

It was only then that the maiden decided to address what she had heard earlier. She didn't want to embarrass Drago if he had in some way been talking to himself, but the quote had sounded almost poetic. Things like poetry and romance always piqued her interest. The fox was known to be a pretty emotional creature. She was sensitive, but not in a bad way.

"If you don't mind me asking, sir, what was it that you were saying earlier? Something about choosing the life you want to lead?" She blushed a bit, still smiling gently. "It was beautiful. I liked it, whatever it was."