Bonesplinter Ravine finally getting to sleep

He studies her for a moment, wondering if he had come off too forward for the woman's tastes.  He always had a way of being too much, it seemed.  But instead of turning on a dime and bolting, the red woman flattened herself and shook, taking the time to respond to him.

At least she hadn't run away.  Not yet.  A coy grin works its way through his large inky flews, breath falling out in plumes as a small laugh forced its way up from his stomach.  No, he assures her, I do not live here.  I wouldn't wish that on anyone.  But wait, does she live here?

He stretches, shaking the snow that clung to his fur and smooths his tongue over his muzzle.  What brings you to a place like this anyhow, little lady?  I'm Troy.