Honeyed Pasture trek along?

The light optimism of the other was deeply welcome, swaying his otherwhile worries out of mind in an instant. Galen dipped his head in agreement, they were unlikely to move far, given the dark hour fading, and they had startled merely at a sound, and not the sight of the hunter on their heels.

He was already rising to his paws even as his face then drew into a meek expression - her invitation had been so casual, he could hardly bumble out a: I've always been more of a fish—

Galen was quick to follow, embarrassed clumsiness fading the further they moved. His tail swept in wag all the while, excited by whatever little adventure had happened upon him by mere fortune. His voice was sweet, clearly genuine and amicable, Pangur? I am Galen!