Duck Lake every night I'll be with you

As she stood to greet him her shortened stature became apparent, along with the realization that the fluff of her pelt was not merely an allusion of fallen snow. Glancing her over he noticed an interesting marking on her shoulder, one that didn't look naturally formed, perhaps intentional. He could smell competing scents along with hers but none he could recognize. Perhaps that marking was symbolic to the group she aligned herself with.

Though her question was simple the answers was somewhat... complicated. "One could say so. Though I haven't called it home for some time now." he stated. Again he looked to the red marking on her forehead. Unable to resist his possible concern for her well being he asked "Um... Forgive me for my intrusiveness. But you are not injured are you?" he asked gesturing to the marking. He couldn't be certain that it wasn't blood though it didn't appear to be flowing if it was.