He watches her, his piercing brilliant green eyes illuminated by the dreary grays, browns, and whites of the landscape. It is honestly nerve wracking. She has never been the center of attention before, never been the core focus of a conversation or the reason another's eyes light up in the manner that Dexter's eyes do now. In her homelands, she had been a mere face among the crowd, a ghost in the mists, merely a being to aid the others in guarding, hunting and tracking. She had never wanted anything more, and never been offered it either. Yet here, here she was welcomed. Never did she expect in her wildest dreams to be worthy enough to gain an all but private audience with the queen of the forests. Never did she imagine that she would find such a sense of completeness and relief as the moment she followed the hansom dragga over the borders. It was as if the gods had preplanned for this moment, she had simply known.

A look of confusion crosses is features now as she eyes the bundle of herbs Zelda carried off with her but he does not mention it. Instead he continues on, his broad frame moving with an ease and agility that rivals few. His family had called these lands home for many years and so truthfully it is no surprise. She only hopes that one day she can know like he, what lays beyond a single woodland hillside, or just around the river's bend. No doubt, in time it would come to her, in time, she would be able to move with him, but for now she settles with once more following in his paw prints. His deep baritone voice rings out now as he offers her a teasing wink. Despite herself she cannot help but to smile. It is a soft smile, a smile that so far, she had reserved for him alone... a smile that belied the affection and tenderness she felt deep within as it slowly began to turn more. Once again, she is grateful that the gods had not cursed her with fair skin for surely the color would have deepened to a crimson hue under the embarrassment. Yet despite that, she cannot help but to usher a soft toned giggle, her brilliant silver blue eyes dancing as that coy smile tugs her black lips upward. "Somehow I don't think the rabbit was the problem, you were the one suggesting the hunt after all."

Almost immediately she stops, she had forgotten the rabbit! The precious gift Dexter gave to her. The spoils of a successful hunt. She grimaced now as the look of regret crosses her features. "In all this excitement I left the rabbit back there!" she groaned, turning her gaze back down the path marked by the deep paw prints left in the thick snowdrifts. A single dial flickers now as she shakes her head and pounces towards him, "Ill just have to hope the other creatures that call the forests home leave it alone. I will go back and get it later." she announces with a rather matter of fact resolve to her words. She was not about to let such a treasure disappear.

He continues down the winding ridges and rolling tree covered hills that made up Taviora with an almost puppy like excitement to his steps. He barks at her, his words taunting and playful pawing at her. She smirks deviously, her own silver white plume waving proudly over her back as she raises her head dominantly, her silver blue eyes glittering. "Oh we cant have that now can we?" she teases, her lilting tenor dripping with seduction. "I don't think your ego could get much bigger" she murmurs, reaching forward to lick his cheek before racing ahead of him with a laugh, pausing a few paces ahead to let him catch up and once again guide her towards their destination, all the while taking in all the majestic sights and sounds that made up Taviora.

She ignores his graceless dib and instead offers him a teasing smile, she would show him. But for now, she was more interested in learning more about Taviora and exploring the beautiful conifer forest that surrounded them. The scent of pine, cedar and fir overwhelmed them now, the lingering odor clinging to her skin and giving her an overwhelming sense of excitement. He guides her down a final hillside to a large open area where snow settled over the open expanse in deep furrows. For a moment she is confused. She turns to let her gaze settle upon him for a moment now as he begins to speak and as his words ring out, she lets her gaze travel over the snow laden field, its plainness transforming beneath the power of his deep baritones. As he speaks, she can almost see the flowers as they spring up from beneath the thick blanket of snow. An array of colors overshadow the dull gloom of grays and whites now, yellow paintbrushes and orange buttercups spring forth amid the brilliant lavender mountain irises and Colorado columbine. Here and there, bright pink fairyslipper and primrose dot the hidden cove, drawing the dreary world into a beautiful paradise of rainbow colors. She inhales a sharp breathe in awe and wonder as she takes an almost tentative step forward, afraid that if even one foot was placed wrong, the scene before her would disappear. "It is beautiful." she murmurs, exhaling a soft breathe and watching as like a ghostly wraith, the exchange of breathe evaporates before them, returning the illusion of the paradise back to its current dormant state. She leans into him now, comfortable in the touch of his fur against her own, somehow soothing her very soul into knowing that this was indeed real. A tender smile curves across her lips now as she reaches her ash dusted maw towards his, pressing a single affectionate nuzzle against his own whiskered maw before she draws back again and speaks. "Thank you Dexter..." she starts, pausing a moment to let her words linger between them. "Thank you for everything... for showing me this... it is beautiful." she whispers, afraid that even the slightest rise in her voice might change the moment, alter it in some fashion and that it would never be a moment that they could get back.

"I believe I would have loved to meet your mother. She and I seem to have much in common." she continues, pausing for a moment to settle her lithe frame onto the snow covered earth, her forelimbs stretching out before her as the silver white brush of her tail curls tightly against her side. She angles her head to glance up at him now, a single raven-tipped dial flickering as she glances up at him. "Tell me more about her, Dexter." she offers, a timid smile washing across her features now as she continues, "I was never very close with my family... my parents were always too busy teaching or hunting to spend much time with me and my siblings. I guess that is why I never really felt like I fit in there... its what made decide to leave." she continues, dropping her gaze to her paws now. Thinking about it now, her words made it sound more like she abandoned her pack, like she was some spoiled little princess who abandoned her responsibilities just because things were not going her way. "I'm glad I met you though... I am glad you showed me your world here... your family." she muses, turning her eyes back to him again, adoration dancing in her vision.