dreameater

He stood, and her ears fanned back at the sound of his whimper. At least he was alive enough to give her that, and the submissive glance away appeased her further -- so at least he had enough good sense to recognize her status. She stayed silent, looking him over now that he was more than a heap on the cold mountain ground.

"Do you have business here..?" she asked, not knowing of his lack of speech yet. Amekaze took to drifting forward to come closer to him. She half circled around to see him broadside now that she was far less concerned with him being contagious somehow. He was a creature full of autumnal colors, and she tried to decipher how much of his physique was due to the status of a loner. He was long in some places, stocky in others. But, not in a way that suggested an inability to function by any means.

However, with how rare visitors were on this mountain she was preparing to leave, she was appropriately curious of his purpose here.