Honeyed Pasture king forever, ceasing never

Before surprise could catch him, she was close and he was all sorts of attuned to that the second the initial start faded away. Her nose went through his furs, which he puffed up generously at the contact, and he caught himself standing tall--but tail still waving, kind of excited about the idea because it wasn't made of his motion, but also vaguely unsure. He wasn't complaining, and once he remembered to think, he had started to swing his nose back around towards her to breath deep the earthy, yet sea-salty scents she wore, but distance spanned between them again. He was.. well, he'd figure it out, or not. You live near the sea, yeah? he asked, finding a place to edge it in where he could; his mind was running faster than he could keep up with, though.

Sure, he chirruped, maybe a little quicker on the word than he had actually wanted to be. He might not know too many stories of his own about wind chasing, but he'd listen, and he could muster others in exchange, even if at best it could be myths from the stars, or pieces of the bizarre stories he had earned from his mom. But even more than that, walking, earned a nod. He stepped forward, head swung and steps light as he took to any motion quite readily. I'd like that, he said, breathing deep and peeling his sights from her, to the plains spread at their disposal, but whipping it right back to her a second after. To move a bit, mostly. And searching made it better, he could keep an eye out for any surprise trace of Revui, or less likely Yami. These were, truthfully, secondary goals.. but only downgraded to such when he had little hope of gaining progress on them at this point. Maybe that would change, but he'd see.