Moonspear natsukashii

A hearty guffaw erupted from his mouth and he nodded when she motioned to the snow. She welcomed him openly and he closed the distance between them with a few long strides, keeping a familiar distance but not pushing his luck. He was someone who appreciated personal space, and he reckoned she likely felt the same—at least until he was able to find himself counted fully among the Moonspear populace. He inclined his muzzle towards her and shook the snow from his own pelt only to pursue her at an easy jog, "God," he breathed, "right? Can't wait for spring. Sick of this shit." he remarked as he drew alongside her. 

Janus found himself relatively at ease though his eyes occasionally flittered sideways to check her expression. They were making progress towards the borders judging by the thinning trees, and shallower incline. Instead of keeping silent, he decided to start asking the questions he'd saved since their first meeting. If he was to be their Guardian, he needed to start learning. "How are the kids?" He asked gently, hinting at a deeper understanding of parental frustrations from cooped up, rowdy children.