Honeyed Pasture king forever, ceasing never

As he dialed down his cruise, his strides were fluid and stance rather relaxed overall, though he kept a sharp look about him all the way while he saw her give pause thanks to him. When he got closer, he slowed up further, though did not connect everything as to why she might not want to see him so readily; he was caught up in smelling the seaside, and so much unknown. Finer details went unrealized easily enough for now.

Still, he carried with him no ill-intent, not intentionally, and thought his posture may suggest this openly enough. But he was a stranger, and to him, so was she, and his looks over her were awfully curious as he took in her unfamiliar.. everything. Hi, he answered back, and wagged his tail in compliment to his words. I was, he replied, following some short, quick bob of his head. That had been his main motivator in leaving, especially since it had not been until recently that he had been keen enough to rove at all, so there would be denying it outright. But no signs, not anymore. he lamented, for there was not a single trace of Revui under his nose by this point. The trail this way was evidently pretty cold, as good as dead almost. Hopefully the same couldn't be said about his sterling brother, wherever he had made off to in these great wide wilds.

Are.. you? he asked back, chancing a half step closer then to see how she might receive him.