Wapun Meadow testing the compass

He found the sight of her impressive, for she held an aura about her that was regal and defined - capable of making a man such as himself bow without any reason other than the feeling that he should. And that's exactly what he did, head dipping low as his gaze remained glued to her willowy features, a puff of smoky vapor clouding his sight as he rose from his curtsy. 

With slow, calculated steps he began to close the distance between them, tail swishing to and fro behind him in a rhythmic beat as the winter breeze sent a fluster of flurries among them. And when finally he reached but a tail's distance from her a raw, hoarse whine peeled its way from his lips as his ears fluttered atop his ashen crown. If allowed he'd aim to nose his way along the length of her neck, with hopes of inspecting and gathering information of where she'd been and discovering just who exactly this earthly siren was.