At first it seemed that all she could do was stare. At his approach, she had looked up from her meal and from that point had seemingly forgotten all about it. So focused was she on him that Cae himself could not look away, and so he did not. An eternity seemed to pass between them, moving so very slow and yet it was not slow enough for him. Mismatched attention took in every curve and every detail, every drop of blood and viscera that clung to her coat. She was so very ridgid to the point of him wanting to reach out to touch her, if only to see her calmed- but he did not have to after he spoke.

His voice, or so it seemed, soothed her to a certain degree and he could not help his fondness of such a thing. For if nothing else, Cae would want to see her at ease if he could not make her happy, though truly he would do just about anything in the world for this dark stranger yet no stranger at all. She gives him something then, and he is repeating it softly back to her. It is so simple, and reminescent of of his own families taste in names. "Dessa." The pale boy cannot help the smile as it creeps slowly along his features, or the way he cannot take his eyes off of her. His feelings of unease from the bloody elk had gone wayward along with the breeze, and his attention could not be focused on anything but Dessa. Taking a few steps closer, he was patient as he waited and watched her for any reaction at all. He would not have them meet on bad or negative terms, and he refused to make her uncomfortable. If she wanted him gone, to leave, well then he would. And it was as simple as that. If she wanted him to stay, he would.

But he cannot help the slight kneading of his pale creme paws against the frozen soil below. There was an ever growing ever burning desire to be near her, to be next to her, beside her- just to feel her presence closer to his very own. It was that of his soul calling out to hers, for their bond had close to no bounds, if any at all. One more step brought him that much closer, but as it was, he remained several feet away. As much as he wanted to satisfy that burning deep within him, she came first. She would always come first.

"I live on the Mountain." He gestured to the West and the towering features that loomed there with a simple nod of his skull. But, truly, he wanted to know of her, and if anything was only offering his information so that she may be so inclined to return the favour. Tilting his head ever so slightly of natural born curiosity, Cae is asking his subtle question, tenderness and genuine affection lacing his voice even if he doesn't purposefully place it there. "Where do you live, Dessa?"