Silver Moraine Wearing a Warning Sign

Renard slowed as they approached, picking their way forward with heavier steps until the stranger turned to look at them. Smiling already, sliding towards them with barely a pause. The wolfdog returned it, ears forward, lifting back to a lighter tread over the stones. Curious. There was something to be said about boldness. Many things. Renard was willing to keep judgment to themselves, for now.

That being said. The purr was a fascinating decision.

"Hello." Renard returned the greeting, tilting their head just a fraction. What an odd start to the meeting. Emphasis on the strangest words. They couldn't wait to see where this was headed. "If you're looking for directions, I'm afraid I won't be too helpful."