Mudminnow River a fallen star

irene, it is a pleasure, a polite greeting, and he would smile back at her. that's alright. i was new at one point, as well. continuing to pad alongside the riverbed, a scent caught his attention ; a deer. the smell was faint, but it could be followed. tracked.

she said something about being lost within her head, then, and asked for his name. frederick alban, the man gave a nod of his head when he said it. but you may call me fred, if you like. so far, etienne was the only one that had accepted this nickname.

he paused in his tracks, lifting his muzzle to the air. she's nearby, he murmured, then, before turning his sky-sage eyes towards those of emeralds. the deer ; do you smell her? he would ask for confirmation before continuing — curious of her abilities.