Northstar Vale marble bone

He'd heard coyotes call out, similarly. More often than not, he ignored them. They didn't often seem to involve themselves in the matters of wolves, to his knowledge- save for the ones he had seen at Akashingo. While he'd long suspected- due to his appearance more than anything- that he might have some coyote lineage himself, he paid the canines little mind so long as they obeyed border markings the same way lone wolves were expected to.

But this voice came from the borders. He wouldn't have guessed that Muskrat might sound that way, calling out for their attention with a yip rather than a howl, but now when he considered what he remembered of her looks...It made sense. 

He would have greeted her with his usual, catlike smile if it had not been for the fox kit, tethered by a vine and cowering in her shadow. It wasn't often that he showed his surprise- but this situation prompted a sniff of breath, and a tilt of his head. He warmed his gaze when it returned to her. 

"Muskrat," He greeted. 

The concept of securing another animal with vine had never occurred to him. How clever...It was more interesting to him, than the fox kit was. He thought about commenting on it, but he didn't want to seem as though he'd never seen a leash before. 

He renewed his smile; it'd faded slightly with thought. "Welcome to the Vale." Hs arched his brow. He knew her to be curt, to-the-point; she hadn't likely come for small talk.