King Elk Forest tamarack pines

Tzila was young. She liked to think that she was experienced. Liked to think that she was tough. But, she had never been truly tested yet. She both was eager and anxious for when such a day would come. Whether it would prove if she really did have nerves of steel or if her confidence was all smoke and mirrors. Should she stumble and break, then maybe that was just the type of lesson she needed to strengthen her spine. If she were to guess, this untamed brute was likely far more hardened than she.

She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and hummed shortly. "That it does. But in the daytime...not so much." Her supple neck twisted, angling her muzzle towards him. "You though...you have the benefit in both." His brown-black coat, broken up by the gray on his underside, would be better suited to blending in multiple environments, day and night. By contrast, against a stark white of the snow in the daytime, Tzila would stick out like an ink blot on unblemished parchment. 

She padded ahead to investigate the base of a tree to her left. It split wide open to create a potential burrow or hiding hole for a wide range of critters. She sniffed, pawing at it with a dark paw, blunt nails scraping against the bark. "What brings you out this way?" She muttered, still very much engaged despite the small, random distraction.