Dawnlark Plains Cucumber Michael

Where he would have liked to take a few steps closer, to investigate the scents that weaved between each strand of her fur, she clearly did not wish to be intruded upon and he would not disregard that wish just to satisfy his own curiosity. And so he came to a stop a decent distance away and fell to his haunches instead, allowing her to be the one to approach should she wish to do so. 

He let his maw dip in greeting while his tail beat against the snow laden field, a hallway smile making its way to slowly form along the edges of his lips while his gaze ran over her figure. From what the wind told him she was not a rogue, however the breeze was fickle and broke off before he could decipher much else, much to his displeasure.