Dawnlark Plains sorrowful successor

He would have happily kept strutting along had the snorting sound not caught his attention. The large fellow halted his movement as an ear flicked softly. Head turned and peach color eyes fell upon the rather fluffy form in the snow. Their coat was a lovely reddish-brown but their build seemed so foreign. It caused a dark brow to rise sharply before he offered a woof.

'Lo there stranger. He stood in his spot, content to keep the distance until he figured who - and what - he was exactly engaging in conversation with. You from here?

At least it would be an interesting interaction. Hell, it already was! Staring at the fluffy gal was already entertainment for Outlander. Perhaps it was rude of him to eye her over but it truly wasn't his fault. He wasn't the one who had showed up looking like that.