Hush Meadow Those who dance in the shadows

Scully's tail wagged, now amicably at ease as his company proved agreeable. Her musing was plenty direction to go on, and his silvered muzzle bobbed in compliance.

"Whatever you wish," he assured, taking a step forward to indicate his readiness to lead the way. There was plenty to show and offer, from a close-by warren of fresh hare to the well-stocked caches of the Ridge and a myriad of places of interest in between. Whether she wanted a genuine tour, lavish rest or both along with a filled belly, Scully saw no issue in obliging the pretty stranger and was confident his home could fit the bill.

And maybe he could bring Avella another name for recruitment on top of it all, if the woman didn't intend on remaining a mystery.

"Name's Scully Archer, founder of Willow Ridge."

Kaeruka found herself gradually lowering her guard around her new silvered companion, although being cognizant to not lower it too much as this pleasant exchange continued on. Her tawny tail swayed contently behind as her paws fell in line once the gentleman silently pronounced his readiness to begin the tour, settling with keeping her shoulder just shy of aligning to his own.

A charcoal-coated ear adjacent to her tour guide swiveled ever so slightly to catch the formal introduction that had eluded both parties as of yet. So, Scully Archer was it? The name was mentally tucked away into the woman's vault of useful information alongside this Willow Ridge he proclaimed. Earlier suspicions that once were murky cleared some by this small droplet of intel. Upon inspection of the area, there were no direct telltale signs of a legitimate pack. Was this something in the works then?

She internally shrugged it off for the time being, deciding it was only fair that she finally introduce herself to such a gracious host. "A pleasure, Scully. I'm Kaeruka."

Kaeruka.

"Beautiful," he hummed, silver eyes appraising her as they walked. He certainly did hope she chose to stick around a while, even if just for a little bit. He leaned into her, giving her shoulder a gentle knock with his own before picking up the pace - inviting a lighthearted race to their first point of interest. Regardless, they were certain to have a good day together.