Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

A light flurry of snow embraced the grayscale boy as he nimbly stepped back a pace and tilted his head, watching as her plumed skull whistled no more than a whisker away from his muzzle. She was in shock, that part was obvious, but from what? Giving his pelt a quick shake, he relaxed down onto his haunches and let the thought slip away... for now.

"You're quite welcome," he answered, blinking not in amusement, but in pity as his auds swivelled to listen to her unsteady voice. Her gaze was clear, focusing back on himself in an almost relieved manner, yet the brute couldn't quite place the reason. The moment forced his earlier thought to rise to the surface and pester him again which made everything inside his head swim in a dizzying circle. He hated not knowing.

Win. Nice name. Pretty, nonetheless. He listened once again as she spoke softly. "There's no need to apologise," he voiced quietly. The girl confused him but really it was no surprise seeing the traumatised look on her face signalled that she had been through a rough time. "The name's Kastor." On that note, he thumped his tail encouragingly.