Namir

The dusty-tan colored cougar padded quietly across the ground. His blunt, powerful jaws were hanging open as he panted in the heat of dying summer. He couldn't wait for autumn! His favorite time of the year. And the temperatures would drop, making it a heck of a lot more comfortable with all the fur he carried.

As Namir headed closer to the den, he pulled back his upper lips and sniffed at the air. Was it a she-cat he smelled? Thoughts of she-cats hung more and more on his mind now, and he had kept his eyes out for them. Now he reached the den and stood there for a moment before calling out lightly, "Anyone here?"

Tolacca

The snow leopard had been resting quietly in the cool chamber of the den, where she spent most of her time. An accident during her kittenhood left her forever weak, and if it weren't for her mother and two siblings, she would have long ago starved to death.

But as it was, her family cared for her and brought her food. She was as strong as she would ever be right now. Hearing the voice from outside, Tolacca lifted her head and sniffed at the air. Cougar?. She thought with alarm, knowing them as being larger cats and a possible threat. But... there was no hissing or aggression that she could detect. Delicately, the leopard got up and made her way to the mouth of the den. She peered up at Namir with silvery-blue eyes. Her fur was exceptionally pale with solid black markings that faded around her head and tail. "Who are you?"

Namir

Namir dipped his head down respectfully, but his rounded ears were perked forward and his eyes showed keen interest, "They call me Namir." He offered a friendly, if not very toothy smile to the fae, finding her very attractive right off. "How about yourself?"

Tolacca

She smiled shyly at the cougar, turning her head down a moment before looking back up to him, 'Tolacca" The feline sat back on her haunches in the den enterance, "May I ask why a cougar is wondering around here, by a snow leopard's den?" There was a coyness to her words; nothing mean or taunting about them.

Namir

He laughed a bit, trying to hide his own nervousness about meet a she-cat for the first time, or at least one he was suddenly so interested in, "Just passing by, I guess. I thought I smelt someone, so I wanted to make friends." Namir studied Tolacca with his deep golden orbs, wondering whether she'd accept his explanation.