[ After a nod of promise, Gaia steps forward. She goes for a safe bet, a part of the leg she can reach. No nose boops here, who knows what that appendage is for!

While she doesn't pet as promised, her fingers do sink in past the guard hair layer for a moment. They won't linger long and she draws her hand away. ]

Oh, that's... well, it's softer than I expected underneath. I suppose you're meant for a winter climate? Do you manage okay here?

[ ...Come to think of it, this is wintery weather still. So Gaia corrects herself with a wry voice. ]

Though I suppose I should ask if there is even seasons beyond just... cold.