Tuktu Weir south

The scent grew stronger. And then, suddenly, it's owner materialized. A large figure. The near white of his coat breaking up against the contrast of the gray winter scape. Had it not been for his sudden appearance, Nyssa might've taken more notice of the way the land sloped slightly, encompassed largely by water, where many a beaver made their home.

His approach towards her seemed friendly. He had paused, to gauge her own reaction. And it didn't take long. Her demeanor was indeed, just as friendly as his own. She came forth on stiff, dark legs. Tail slightly elevated, sweeping gently with the excitement of meeting someone new. Her amber eyes were curious, yet alert.