Dirk burrowed further into the snow until he was completely hidden before poking his head out once more, triggering a mini-avalanche of sorts. It was with a small mound of snow still atop his dark head that he was alerted to the presence of another by a soft growl and some rather chastising remarks. Blinking the snow out of his eyes, the usually gruff warrior wolf twisted around to see who had caught him in a rather undignified display of enthusiasm. The sight that greeted him was an entirely unexpected one.

A female unlike he’d ever seen in his own lands. The thing that struck him most about her appearance was her size. Never in his life had he seen a female who could rival him in size. A bit awestruck by the thought, he took in her posture; chin tucked, gaze steady, expression all too disapproving. His lips twitched, a ghost of a smirk. Looking around in a pointed manner at his surroundings, Dirk settled back into the snow in a leisurely manner.

”Och, and what’s wrong with a place like this, lass?” Perched on his bed of snow, he peered down at the gel, amused that she would be so forceful with her scolding when he was certain he’d never seen her before. The womenfolk of Moladion sure were a strange lot.