It was the response of a voice feminine that came to his ears. The dark points on his head lifted like the very peaks he looked it, his own yellow eyes glancing upwards at the great mountains that created a seemingly insatiable curiosity. He knew not who ruled here, and only knew he wished to expand his knowledge of this place.

There was some time for her to reach him, and he took the moment to look about with his eyes of yellow. Snow was fresh and covering the world. The trees were touched with it, and at times he heard the sound of heavy snow falling when the tree branches could not sustain the weight any longer. He observed the foliage and inhaled all the varying scents, until the form of the woman who called back came into crisp view.

The way she held herself was most regal, most high and commanding, but perhaps not overly so.He gives his head a bow towards her, eyes closing with respect as he heard her greeting towards him. She seemed friendly enough so far, and he was not about to attempt to upset her either. He lifted his head once more, allow his eyes to graze over her form and take her in. His eyes are naturally filled with soul, like two suns dotted with natural tones of the earth.

There was something odd he noted about her voice, and sometime familiar. It was the accent she held, the general accent of those in Moladion that had grown distance in his mind. He did not hold such an accent in his voice anymore, his time away from these land stripping it away with something else entirely. He did not let it hinder him though, and he flashed a smile on his black lips.

"Rollo," he said in masculine tones, seeping within them a wildness of his accent from other lands. He allowed but a moment of silence, when the birds sang of the morning glory and his eyes peeked back up towards the mountains high.

"Miss Daenerys, I have never seen peaks so high. They have lured me like a bleeding bull. What must I do in order to view the world from their graces?" he asks as his eyes travel back down to the woman, who he did not question as the leader of these lands. Perhaps it is the way she stands and holds herself, but it simply felt right. He held himself strong and capable, but his tail did not fly in the wind on this most glorious morning. His smile is genuine on his face most handsome, touch with a scar or two from his encounters past. He had seen few that had not been scarred from the past, and he figured under everyone's fur, was a scar or two that always managed to heal.