Find You There

Toril's nose twitched rapidly for a few minutes as her gaze located the other, ears up and eyes alert but tail held low in a friendly manner. No words were spoken by him- not a greeting or a challenge- and Toril remained quiet herself as she took him in. He was a strange-looking creature; she'd seen all sorts of colors and frames, but nothing quite like his skinny, long-legged body with the drooping, furry ears. He looked like he was made to run, and briefly the thought of challenging him to a race flitted through Toril's mind.

Maybe later. Pup-games could wait. Holding her ground, Toril dropped her head a bit and whisked her tail, jaws parting to let her tongue loll out as she spoke. "Hello. You surprised me, I wasn't expecting others out here in the desert. Though I suppose you're better suited to it than I am. My name's Toril," she finished, and settled onto her rear as she waited for either a like reply- or for whatever else the stranger decided to give her.