Silverlight Terrace heart bolt

With night settling and by this far out, he had grown comfortable with a smooth cruise--physically, and in his mindset too. Beneath all the cool night air and the little subtle burn of exertion the hills asked of him and his stride (not that these were anything for such a mountaineer), he was feeling good. It was sight of some stranger that made him suddenly hyper-aware of his every single inch where before, he had felt like so beyond all that.

He slowed his gait to something slower, but longer in each reach of his legs and still  kept her in the center of his path. Something in him said engage, so he did, and when he got a little closer, he picked his tail up a touch for a hesitant little wag. He had the mountain at his back and that meant sure safety, and he used this to remind his confidence to stay put. So far, she didn't look to be teeth first but her coat colors were awfully distracting to him from his mountain of monochrome. Best be on guard. "Hey, hi," he grinned toothily, testament to his decent enough demeanor even if he looked kind of wary right after the words left his mouth and how unknown she was really hit him when his nose smelled all sorts of weird on her. "Why are you here?" he went on ahead and asked, still not coming to a complete stop.