Larksong Grotto Primrose

He hadn't meant to answer the call. Hadn't meant to stand a distance away, watching the stranger a moment while he sniffed the air. She smelled...weird. A somewhat pleasant smell, he decided, though throughly odd. Perhaps she had rolled in something funny, he decided, eyeing the woman and judging whether or not to approach. Finally, he judged it not to be a wise endeavor,  for that weird smell was simply too...sketchy. Yet his curiosity was aroused, and he stayed perfectly still, hidden out of site as he waited for someone who knew what was going on to answer the woman's howls.

But later, when none did arrive did he step out, somewhat warily as he approached the woman curiously. "Hello." he greeted simply, wondering why the woman was here. He was hardly a leader, but perhaps he could help. Her coat was a creamy colour, though much paler then his own, and lacking the markings he possessed. He glanced at her curiously, waiting for her to speak.