Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Milan, he dipped his head. A lovely name.

He watched as she stood, taking note of just how severe their size difference was. Frederick eyed her for a moment, before returning his nose to the air. Deer nearby, he noticed. Probably a few ways west. No trouble at all, Milan, he hummed, starting to walk. He flicked his tail, a silent call for her to follow. There are deer up ahead. Is that alright with you? Perhaps she didn't eat deer, for whatever reason. And if she didn't, Frederick would find something else. Almost a people-pleaser.