Gilded Bay gurur brahma, gurur vishnu

the difference between his quiet meditation and her raucous greeting couldn't be more pronounced, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. no, a smile came to his face at her arrival; he nodded, lifting his eyes to the clear sky before looking back down at the stranger, wagging his tail.

"it is," govinda said quietly. "a little chilly, but nice. who are you?" it wasn't an interrogation, just an innocent query. she seemed friendly enough, and relatively harmless, though her build suggested at least a familiarity with violence. he would stay wary, for now, but his natural openness would shine through regardless.