Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

She seemed to like that, and her touch was given the response of a happy grin and another tail-flap that sent a small pattering of snow-powder into the air. It landed on the topside of his tail.

It helped that this name thing was far easier to pronounce than other names were. Even his own brought him some level of trouble! 

But... she touched him, and he felt it only right to respond as she did - with a little nose tap to her fur. Instead of her cheek, he bent downward to nudge her neck fluff. A gentleman, if one who did not understand the meaning of the word. 

Eira.

But would she like... Winter Song?