Silvertip Mountain Waiting For Spring

He returned her submission stance with a bow of his head. His tail swayed in interest as he looked her over. Nothing about her was familiar, and she didn't give him any acknowledgement that they had met each other. She must not have met him when he was in his amnesiac state.

He nodded once before he turned his head to the falls. A beautiful sight on the mountain, it certainly was. His tail stilled as he admired it. "I am Chaska. And you are?" he asked her before turning his gaze back to her. He shared a friendly smile with her, cocking his head a little to the right. He always started with a name, if the conversation was begun by him and went his way.