He stood still and tall was the water felt cool upon his dark paws. His eyes were closed as he took in the world through his other senses. Time and space began to become something different, as it usually did when he cut off one of his senses. He couldn't very well cut off his hearing, smelling, and touch. Closing the eyes was the easiest sense to block out, so he could enjoy the others more. Yes, a standing meditation in the water. Yojimbo liked the idea of it. It was a comforting thing. A thing soothing to a mind that liked to expand. This female had the right idea, and he liked that he had already learned something new from her, without any verbal interaction as of yet.

Yojimbo was the kind to not be bothered by the silence, at least in many situations. Sometimes, he did feel discomfort with those he knew liked to converse, and expected a rather quick response. Yojimbo was not a slow male, but one who took time to piece his words together. Communication was not something to be rushed. He was not concerned with bothering the female if she did not so desire it, instead he only wished to learn from what he saw. through silence, one can learn many things. The wind was a thing most wild and untame. It was a bearer of many messages, and it brought forth the scent of the lady to his nose. He did not take it in like a famish beast, but instead let it slowly seep in. She was not from here. At least, she did not carry the scents of Moladion thickly on her pelt. She was of no pack, and possibly not a Moladion loner. The wind had told him, that she had wandered before coming here. Wandered just like he did. Maybe she did not wander far, maybe she did. For now though, her soul had wandered here, and his had found her close by. He is here now, and he knows by the tickles of the wind that he was meant to learn from her.

The silence was never really there, for the sounds of the world around them permeated into their existences. The sound of the water and its many endless movements. The sound of wind playing in the trees. Soon enough, the sound of her very voice was carried to him, so delicately through the air. His ears shifted to catch each word. A name? For this river? Yojimbo did not know of such name, but she also did not specify who this...they was. They. It could be, the name that the wind is whispering into his ear right at this moment. With a calm serenity, the male takes a moment to absorb what the wind wishes him to say. Slowly, his light blue eyes open to the world. The first thing that comes into focus is her wide, curious eyes, and a kind smile.

"The wind, it tells me of the name. It whispers...Of Peace. Of Tranquility," he says with his dark and smooth voice, powerful and yet in the most comforting and calming of ways. He gives a look to her, tilting his head just barely. "Through time, names will change, just as the path the river takes," he said with a slow, steady nod. Yojimbo allowed his eyes to wander, the light silver marks under them highlighting their every movement as he gazes across the trees, into the clouds, and back to the female before him. He still feels the cool liquid dancing on his paws, and it told him of the relative nervousness of the female. There is a sadness that the trees chatter about. They say she is alone, but maybe that is just his nose talking. He knew, that she was not to be alone on this day. He knew it was his duty, to be as he always was. A listener, and not only that, but one to show others how to see with eyes unclouded. He knows of this sadness that lingers on her form, and how she tries to hide it. He knows for he felt the very same many, many moons ago. He has become sensitive to the subtle body language.

She speaks, a talk so small, yet he knows that deep down she is a woman large. Yojimbo takes a few gentle steps towards, lowering her head a bit due to being taller. He was not here to dominate, but to be as equals. He looks around once more, a serine feel to him as he takes in the sights and sounds. She speaks, of enjoying what is here, and yet, does she not enjoy what ice can bring?

"Beauty, is in every day. One, must allow one self to find it. Ice, is but water. Water, hardened from the cold. Enjoy water in its many states, for without change, life would be...not so,"he reflective, a look of deep contemplation in his eyes as he keeps his eyes on the female. Ah, but not for long. He did not wish her to feel uncomfortable, and thus his eyes would always turn to stare into the distance. There was not a drop of fear in the air, not a particle of nervousness or malice from the one named Yojimbo. His confidence was a dignified one, as he sought to find out more.

"They have given me the name of Yojimbo. They have give you, what name?"