Hideaway Strath sweet salvation on a dining room table

Praise spoken, the hound watched the small, coal colored woman turned to face him.

Before a reply would be given, he took his time to address all bodily features with a calculating ogle. The tone was soft; effortless. A deceiving one, no doubt. But who was he to judge before getting to know her.

The height difference certainly was a strenuous thing. Arashi was forced to decline his snout to see her in full view. Though, in this case, there wouldn't be a complaint from him.

Arashi, if it pleases you. He returned the introduction, slimming his tone from its usual crude lace. Perhaps he wasn't the kindness of hearts, but he had enough manners to pass on to such a beautiful creature. 

So. What is it that drew you to our Strath? Straight, and to the point. One trait that would never change.