He could very easily have been branded as lazy for all the lounging he had seemed to do. Granted he found he was often granted with company in his lounging. However today he carried himself somewhere new to be a practical statue. He wished to discover the expansive parts of the strath. Away from the riverbeds and rocks. Out into a field.

The snow piled up plenty here, not yet warm enough to have melted the field into slush. Nor did the sun seem inclined to peer out from the clouds. Patroclus did not mind these things. He enjoyed it deeply.

He sought to find a particularly large build up of snow and wiggle his body into the miniature mountain of it. An odd sight for anyone who might see him.

He could hear her in a muffle sort of way. Stuck. Had he become so? Quickly he worked to wiggle himself back out of the situation he had put himself in. Patroclus would be easily freed, although now his front half spotted a heavy dusting of snow upon his russet and black coloring.

He might have been prone to confuse her for Nyra had there not been a difference between eyes. Scent, as well. She was pale and charming (in looks for now, he had not spoken enough to decide upon personality) as he found many of the wolves here to be so far.

Oh, I... He trailed off with a lazy smile. Suppose I do not have a good excuse. It simply looked enticing.

His tail wagged in wide sweeps behind him, tiny flecks of snow coming off of it as he did so. She might have been cryptic but he knew an olive branch when he saw one. A common ground. A connection.

The snow.

It’s beautiful, isn’t it? He hummed in soft response as he looked around them. There was plenty of the fine substance to be dug into and enjoyed. Perhaps he could lure her into such.

Introductions first! He would be wise to remember his manners. Oh, I am, yes. Patroclus. He offered with a gentle nod to her. It is a pleasure to meet you, Simmik. Would you care to join me in the snow?

He would not waste time once she agreed to join him. While she scooted, he flopped into a pile and sought to bury himself from more. Then popped out of it completely dusted in the fine icy powder.

Laughter slipped free from him every now and then. A bit breathless as he sought to take a place near where she rolled. Wiggling on his own back in a mimic of her own actions. She seemed far more experience at playing in the snow. If that was even a skill he could compare.

Well, is it as fun as it sounded? Heavy foggy pants of breath escaped between his words, head craned and tilted to try and catch a sideward look at her.

He rolled from his back to his side, legs stretched out as he flexed his paws. Half inclined to go over and settle down on her in what would be a cozy snowy pile, but he would not push that boundary just yet.

Well, I’m a deeply social creature, Although he guessed one could argue that for any wolf. So I suppose any conversation or interaction — especially one as whimsical as this one — would be something I do for fun. Honest as he settled his dark golden gaze upon her. Any snow left looked positively perfect on her. Blended right in!

What about you? He questioned with a lazy grin and wave of his tail that sent a bit of loose snow flying.

I would love to, Honest as a sweep of his tail sent snow flying again. As much as he enjoyed those he had met already, none of them seemed so keen on some childish play. Perhaps Kynareth but he had a feeling that would end up unlike this.

Her answer would not strike him as odd. It seemed plenty here were...physically inclined. As for him? Well, I maybe not be a very good spar partner, but I'd be happy to help however I could. He made a rather good punching bag, if he did say so.

He realized, a bit slow perhaps, that it seemed everyone here was so very physically inclined. While he had been accepted for his ways of the mind, it still seemed that others wished to sway him into more mercenary ventures. He didn't mind it. The kindness they all showed and the willingness to teach was appreciated but...

Well, embarrassment always bloomed in his chest for it. He was not some broad guard bred for the work of hardy men. He was a lithe thing, an unique pretty face. Had they used human terminology he might have simply been a cheerleader for the football team.

I...am afraid I might be a hard student to have. He laughed timidly. I am sure a time will come when I cannot call upon anyone such as yourself, though. Which I suppose means I need to keep trying my hand at tactician work.

A long winded way to accept her offer with some hesitation.