She smiled at him. "Lynx. Can I call you Ly?" Small voice escaped the lithe's body. A small breeze flew through the woods blowing his drawing away. She turned and faced him. "Ly? Do you have a herd?" How would he answer these questions. Did he prefer the quiet? A slight prickle of curiosity crossed her features. Ly was still company, quiet company, but he was enjoyable.
Sweet like honey. Strong like rock. Elegant like ballerinas. She was diverse and exotic. A silver horn, green eyes, solid black coat. Who DOESN'T think she is exotic. He was also exotic. A horn that was shaped oddly, and and a muted sound. Two peas in a pod.