Wapun Meadow gilded lily

His chuff carried easily across the quiet air, a subtle noise as he drew closer. Cole would hear it first, no doubt, and the girl soon after. Tvar’s tail swayed gently behind him as he came, each paw crunching into the hard, compact snow covering the meadow.

He reached them with a faint exhale, his broad frame towering as he came to a stop near Cole. His icy gaze shifted to the girl, raking over her briefly in quiet assessment. She was airy, almost carefree; a stark contrast to both the men in attendance, and he found himself biting back the faint tug of a smirk.

Nothing like a woman to lighten the mood.

“Morning,” he offered simply, offering Cole's shoulder a nudge with his cold nose. "Thought I'd come find you for a patrol. Seems like you're busy." He coughs out the last few words, bringing a foreleg up to wipe at his snout.