Dathan

The silver brute pawed his way in, his black covered eye scanning the terra with interest. He was used to this type of land, no fish to try and embrassingly catch, just the wind, the animals, and his companion. He looked back down their path to see if she had followed or not.

Paranorma

Paranorma loped in after him at an easy pace, eyes and lobes oscillating, curious of the new surrounds. She sighted her company, and loped to him happily.

Dathan

He turned and faced her gleefully, his tail waggling with certain joy. The swift winds danced around them and he inhaled deeply; the scent of his lovely companion, despite her tired and disheveled look, and the world around him titillated his nares and he dizzily grinned.
"Hello again stranger." He replied in a smooth wolfish voice.

Paranorma

Ivory apparitioness turns her deep grey optics to her companion, a grin appearing on her silent maw. There was a hidden elegance about her that the caked mud kept in incognito, but not for long. She nodded to him. "Hello." She said as she lifted her crania up to scent the air.

Dathan

He gave a wolfish blush and mirrored the action, his nares scenting the air-testing it for signs of life.
He did not know her skill in such things, but figured, as a traveler she must be, that they were decent, to say the least. He himself hunted well, four legged creatures, but at times faltered with clumsiness.
Though, through the recent events happened to him, his skills had improved. He glanced at her, hoping she would accept a visit to his homelands afterward; though he kept this to himself until later.