Blacktail Deer Plateau sincerely in light

Pied watched the weasel as it frolicked across the snowy forest floor, spontaneously bouncing in the air every once in a while as if it had springs in its feet. She loped lazily after it, though she showed no signs of predatory intention, nor did the weasel seem concerned with her proximity. Of course, the weasel had nothing to fear—and Pied had nothing to gain from trying to hunt it—considering it was already dead.

When a throaty howl rose into the air, Pied snapped to attention, her ears pricking. She gave the weasel a last glance, then turned and began trotting toward the borders. She reached the edge of the plateau overlooking the flatlands below and, from up here, she could see the caller. His swarthy figure stood out against the backdrop of snow.

Soon enough, she climbed down the footpath—stumbling only once—into the lowlands and approached the stranger. He looked rather intimidating and Pied felt trepidation creep over her. Although dominance didn't come to her naturally—except perhaps in cases of outright trespassing, as with Kisu—the Delta attempted to hold her head and tail at a height suiting her rank.

"Hello," she said, her voice crisp but friendly. "I'm Pied, Delta of Blacktail Deer Plateau. Can I help you?" As she spoke, she took in his scent and committed it to memory. She realized, with a twinge of envy, that he brought with him the vague scent of the sea.