Alpine Lake a film

When the smokey-furred stranger greeted him first, he pivoted slightly to face her for a good look at her, and slowed his paws as he did. The water, the nearing shore--he knew them. Not her. Hi, he returned levelly, dipping his nose in a quick nod as he did back a lot like her own gesture had been. He was looking to observe her finer details, if she may tell him any.

But, as for him, he kept it vague. Were you busy here? he asked, head tilting slightly as he did. He did not recognize anything about her, not her scent, nor sight. I was.. just planning to pass by a bit, see how the lake was, he detailed vaguely at the mysterious company he had come upon. He still couldn't say if he would stay long or not yet. He did like this place, even in the different times and circumstances he had come upon it during. Not seeing or smelling, any sign of Clover meant he still had more ground to cover before he could call his efforts actually fulfilled, though, so that certainly hung in the back of his mind.