Gent's paws hit the ground, piercing through the snow to crush frozen flowers underneath them. His eyes searched the iced-over landscape, trying to find anything living amongst the death of winter. The impending Spring was a conflict of interests for him. He loved that Winter tested him physically, especially spending this last one alone. It had been a challenge, but Gent thrived under pressure, and he had come out on top. He had amassed more muscle, and kept himself well-fed; perhaps he should snowbird outside of the Lore every Winter.



For now that he was back, things had become a little more difficult. But Spring brought life, and even Gent had to admit, he was happy for the break. He enjoyed the sun when it burned away Winter's clouds, strong and hot upon his skin. He enjoyed the increased activity, as the animals began to escape their burrows, shake off the snow, and venture back into the world. And of course, he was happy to begin seeing more of his own kind.



Speaking of which, the scent of a young woman whirled through the windy air, delivering itself unto his senses. Curious and wanting company, the orphan prince pressed on, pursuing her location. It was within a couple minutes that he actually found her, the thick white fur adorning her causing her form to blend with the surrounding snow. Both shimmered beneath the morning's light, causing Gent's eyes to defensively narrow as he lifted them to take in the scene. She was young, half of his age, but seemed strong; seemed to have also come out of this winter on top. Her scent was bleached of the scent of others, and so he assumed her to be a loner, and wished to know exactly how long she'd been without family. Truly, if the backstory panned out and her personality fit, this girl could be an extremely useful friend to have.



"Hello," he greeted as he drew even closer, arctic eyes wandering away from her and to her frozen meal. Gent hated to scavenge his food, much preferring to make the kill himself and to consume his meat fresh and dripping with warm blood. But in Winter's grasp, one did whatever was needed to keep their stomach from aching. "Mind having some company while you dine?"

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Testy little girl, this one. Gent took in her reaction, the displeasure that thinly laced her words. Ultimately, she was accepting of him and even offered him a chunk of her find, something he found odd. If he was an annoyance, why not shoo him away? It led him to believe that this was simply her, and the way she greeted everyone. Which, there was nothing wrong with. So long as she knew when to bow, a little attitude could go a long ways in the right direction if paired with other select qualities, and he intended to find out if she possessed them.



"Sweetheart, do I look like a man in need?" he answered her, declining her offer with a slight mock to her usage of a term of endearment for him, a stranger. Truly, he had just partaken in freshly-killed hare the other day, and otherwise didn't have much of a taste for freezer burn. Gent reclined, pulling his legs in close to his body and using his thick, winter-downed tail to warm his paws. The sun above them felt wonderful, energizing, perhaps the reason for his elevated mood. Hopefully, she could see that he wasn't just being an ass; this was Gent's idea of being playful, evident by the easy and crooked smirk adorning his maw.



"My name is Gent. And would my hostess care to introduce herself?"