The night forebodes a withering storm, and the mountain air tastes of rain...hmm.

It would pose a pleasant lullaby.

Oh. You there...If you desire to speak with me, do approach. 

I find staring like a dunce to be fairly off putting if you must know.

Left to assuming that you know my name already--or do you make a habit of gawking at others?

No? I must particularly eye-catching tom then.

Tch. Didn't think so.How lovely..Well..to every cat their own, I suppose. 

I am known as Howl That Carries Through Mountain,

Cave-guard of the Tribe of Rushing Water.

But that is a mouthful. Howl will work just nicely.

Hmm...A peculiar name you bear. Oh, certainly no problem by me--

I've a certain adoration reserved for that which is deemed 'strange'. 

Yes I am mentally sound. Fairly tactical and introspective if I do say so myself.

By the Divines, do you often make such rash accusations?

While I have a temper at times, I am by no means insane. Come on now.

Protective perhaps. But in a world of such distrust and danger...How can a feline trust any-- even himself? For this reason is why I keep my companions few and far in between.

The moon rests high, certainly no time for a lady to be out.

This is where I take my leave, miss. Have a pleasant night.

And may the Ancients grace your mind the sweetest of dreams.