#keev's characters

The now frozen crust of snow crunched noisily under Garu's feet as he stomped toward his cabin, shifting the armload of wood to open the sturdy oaken door. He nearly dropped the logs all over the entryway when his door swung open before he could lay his hand on it. One arm, covered in speckled fur and well muscled, stopped his forward momentum.

"Careful, there, pinkie." The voice was sharp and clear, like a bell, and belonged to a stocky feline-like woman standing before him, keeping him from dropping the load of firewood.

He gaped dumbly for a moment at the shelvarian woman before bristling, "I told you not to just barge into my house when I'm out, Fera."

She laughed and pulled away "You were only out chopping wood, Garuda. Not like I was gonna steal anything."

Garu huffed, shuffling the rest of the way inside before carefully setting his firewood on the stack against the far wall. He took time to make it look orderly before straightening and brushing his hands off on the soft leather patches of his pants.

"Are you here about a job?"

His visitor turned from poking a wreath made up of tree branches and nodded, pulling a small pad of paper from the pouch at her hip, "Not too far from here, actually. Heard about it on my way up."