Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

Well dang I can't match that.

The misted winter light coupled with the falling snow made visibility poor, not that it mattered. He'd be in and out of this place quickly enough. A perusal was all he was after; testing the air for useful scents, watching the trees as they shuddered beneath the weight of collected powder. He did not know this place at all. His chances of survival weren't drastically limited because of this ignorance but if he was going to make good time, he had to keep moving.

His search was brief, though. A glimmer of misplaced sunlight moved easily towards him, startling him. The shape took on a canid configuration; a tall, assertive figure brimming with confidence. They sized one-another up in quick succession... Asa passive but stoic. Curious but pointedly distant simultaneously-in case of danger.

Asa was no fool. Many men would assert that they were the better sex, but one look at this woman proved otherwise. She was bold and unafraid of him, or had at least deemed him inconsequential enough not to be afraid. He could work with that. It begged another question though: was she alone, or had his luck shifted - his quest, suddenly taking a turn for the better?

Her body reacted to his mere glance; she drew closer, bowing, curving her body and coaxing him to do the same. Her voice was not what he expected. A simper. Was she baiting him? Better question: would he let himself be baited? With a body like that, how could he refuse. Asa took a moment to glance furtively at the trees surrounding him in case of trickery, but relented in the next motion. Striding towards her now, ducking his head and angling his shoulders; not quite a bow in the same vein as her own, but he was accepting the invitation to dance — presuming that's what she was after.