Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Soon he found the source of the footprints, a lighter, scrawnier female with silver fur like his, but darker. She was mostly toned in the same stocky silver, yet her muzzle and paws faded to a light white color. She had a pair of dark green eyes, striking like his own owl-like amber orbs. Even when he neared her posture remained soft and relaxed, and he gave her a causal grin.

He sniffed her quickly, trying to place the scent on her. Aware of the fact she seemed to be doing the same, Slancio scented more the brisk scent of more mountains. Yet the scent was not of the stronger mountains they were near, leading him to a conclusion of that she had travelled here like him, but had orginally came from somewhere near the mountain sides. No prey scent clung to her though, and he wondered if she was hungry.

She spoke first, greeting him, before speaking of the beautiful day. At this, he gave her another grin. "Certainly I am. I can't think of anybody who wouldn't be happy in such a pretty surroundings," He replied easily. Friendship was an easily made thing, yet precious. He would not turn down the chance to make a new friend.