Lone Star Mountain i asked your name, you asked the time

Eleuthera's life had been in constant upheaval since her birth.  She was always moving place to place, and each new territory held a plethora of new faces for her to adjust to.  In that way Tux had been lucky; he'd never had to deal with moving.  He could scarcely imagine what life would be like living outside of the cliffs even though he traveled outside of the borders more often lately (hold your applause).  

But there was something invigorating about meeting new people.  Even the one who'd called him a little boy (even though he decidedly did not look like a little boy anymore)!  He didn't leave Drageda without a buddy, and this had been no exception, though he had split from his companion earlier that day.  Whoever it was, they were in howling distance, and he enjoyed the moment of solitude.

Until it wasn't solitude.  He caught her strolling from the corner of his eye, and he looked intensely at the colour of his fur.  It reminded him of his toes in a way, an anomaly, and he was so distracted by looking at her that he didn't even think to announce his presence.  (Oops).