Northstar Vale raisin

"I've been better" he half jokingly lets out as he sucks in a strained breath, pale green eyes drawing upward to better take in the earthly girl's features. She was young, younger than him even. And apparently, or at least according to the absence of deep-rooted scents along her fur, was alone.

"I'm Dagwood" he greeted with a sniffle, tail swaying behind him at a rhythmic beat as he left a moment open for her to introduce herself should she wish to do so. And then he, suddenly remembering why he'd been tracking her down in the first place, leaned forward to abruptly ask "what brings you to the vale?"