Sun Mote Copse Wheat Kings

Having been fairly concentrated on finding Wildfire's tracks from the day before by scent alone, his head had been down- and he didn't really notice the female heading toward him until he heard her footsteps crunching lightly on the snow. At that moment, of course, he'd been in the process of renewing a mark and hastily did his best to stop marking mid-stream; he had some sense of modesty, after all. The look of surprise on his face was likely priceless and he blushed heavily beneath his dark fur at the mere sight of her. She looked plenty friendly, and called out to him with a sweet, ringing voice. Oh bother. He was going to have to do this, wasn't he? Talk to the pretty girl?

He set his hind leg down and trailed toward her, his tail sweeping from side to side behind him. The way she even posed as she paused was so proper and posh, and oh damnit, why did he have to look the way he did? He did his best, when he came to a halt, to suck in his gut and pull his rounded shoulders back a bit, but not much could be done to hide the rolls of fat that blanketed his frame. When he smiled, his ample cheeks made happy little lines beneath his jade green eyes, and in that way, he was quite becoming. 

"Well hi there, miss," He said, not really sure how to meet someone like this; she had an air of royalty about her, even though he was fairly sure she wasn't a part of Wildfire's council. "I'm Fluke Finchley, uhm...Guardian of the Firebirds. We've recently claimed this...Sun Mote Copse," He said, only vaguely aware that he was trying to speak with as deep a voice as possible, though it was quite obvious it was put on. "Do you, uhm," He said, inhaling slightly, and finally exhaling, with a soft chuckle that made his belly jiggle. "I'm not much good at this. Do you live here?"