Wapun Meadow Honey, You're Familiar like my Mirror Years Ago

Mallard... green? Moss repeated with a blink, their head tilting in curiosity. Huh, he considered, giving a small shrug. I guess we can.

A grin spread across the wolf's muzzle, their eyes lighting up excitedly. With a thump of his tail, Moss swayed to his paws and bounded forward to catch up with Vale. The energy in his movements was infectious, his eagerness palpable. Lead the way, Miss Vale!