Rain, Sun, Wind and Snow

Summer canted his head as the critter responded. Her name being Autumn didn't strike him as being any sort of a coincidence since his own name was also that of a season. Nor did he have any inclination that she would be so fascinated by such, otherwise he likely would have shared his birth name rather than the nickname he'd come so used to referring to himself as.

"Summer," he replied with a swish of his tail. A single ear upon his head twisted backwards to listen to the sounds of the forest as he listened to make sure his road would be clear before he left. He lingered only out of awkwardness, debating whether or not he needed to say good bye now or if he would be good to go.