Whitefish River It doesn't matter what you mean. It's what you do.

He stood stoic still as the woman looked him over, no doubt admiring his physique and the accompanying dark and dusted pelt to boot. He grinned ever so slightly when she spoke, admiring her accent and found his focus return to the beast that was the thinning ice nearby--like his counterpart he was a newbie of its force and liked it to remain that way. He turned his head from the hole that was created by them both and finally found his voice to make a remark of her response. "I'm Onyx, nice meeting you Belharra." he said, ears flicking backward before pointing them back up just as quickly. "where are you from, I haven't heard your accent before..." he asked with the cock of his head. In the midst of her replying he gave her the once over, noting the beauty in the woman before him, and attempting to keep himself from growing lost in her deep dark gaze.