Hushed Willows little fish, little fish

Reyson's stance softened a little, and he stared at the she dog, now. Because clearly she was female. She was long and willowy, with billowing coat. Long lean muzzle and Big blue eyes. Those were pretty he supposed. He liked his own blue eyes, knew they were often considered pleasing to look at, so he would give her that small kindness in his thoughts.

Reyson leaned forward, slowly, cautionary, clearly this femme dog, this graceful sprite, spoke with body language more than voice. He could understand at first meet, her voice had been quiet, breezy. 

He leaned and sniffed gently, but not too close. Trying to convey you wish to sniff me fine, but do it mannerly, not full on in my face with you all too close. And no touching. He didn't like to be touched very often.

He gave one jerk of his tail, not a wag par say, but a gentle movement, she could come forward a step. He watched her feet, pointedly.