Razorback Ridge Something Quicker Than Heaven

As it would happen his attention would be drawn towards the end of the breeze. His nose wrinkling at the scent of another. He turned his head to face the direction it descended from and it wouldn't be much longer before the it turned into a she and with a clean echo she announced herself. He observed her with careful eyes--so as not to alarm her. 

 His eyes swept her body and noted that while she was poised and ready to run (albeit he had no means of catching up to her) she didn't appear threatening. She wasn't set to lunge towards him but away. His head lowered towards her in an eased greeting and his ears pressed to his head. It wasn't a show of submission, but it was an attempt to ease any fears she could have. After all--there were terrible men out there masquerading as someone much like himself. 

 "Hello," His lips turned upwards into a gentle smile and he decided to raise his head and lift his ears. He had made quite the attempt to look gentle and if she chose to not see that and go else where there would be nothing lost and nothing gained, "How are you, miss?" His voice was classic, smooth, and warm. He was clear and proper in his words as always he had been.