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He nodded at her gracious words, relieved he could take a small break while on his way to nowhere in particular. It wasn’t long before Vagar felt his defenses drop, muscles relax, and eyes grow heavy. He shut them briefly, feeling them burn with the dryness that winter air brings. “Thank you.” Vagar met her gaze once more as he curled into a tight ball, his rather long tail flopping over his snout. There was something comforting about the sleeping position for him, had been ever since childhood. 

The female spoke again, breaking his zoned out state which was for a moment focusing on the bubbling pool next to her. “I’m just wandering.” He replied in a matter of fact manner. The man lifted his muzzle to rest on top of his fluffy tail instead of hiding below it. He felt bad he wasn’t better at entertaining company and so thought of something to ask her. “What is your name? Do you live around here?” A gust of wind blew warm fumes into his face from the geyser nearest him. He quite liked it. The chill of air mixed with the warmth of the earth.