The cold hadn't bothered the tall male much; being a brown helped him get warmth from the sun where lighter colors would simply reflect, not to mention his pelt was thicker than normal. So he was quite comfortable given his shade, fur, and the clothes he was wearing helped. Today, for whatever reason, he chose to wear a suit-- which he supposed was appropriate since he was going to be living here. He didn't know whether they'd get a good impression from a suit like that did back home. He'd spotted some strangers on the way here, some had accessories but didn't wear clothes. Which he thought was totally weird, but he didn't mind getting a nice view of some of the good-looking folks wandering around, so he wasn't complaining. Much.
While Spense waited for someone to answer his call, he stood tall before placing a somewhat slender hand on his rather curvy hip, looking around with a bit of curiosity in his cold gaze. He did admit that this place was gorgeous, winter or not. He'd always had a fondness for natural beauty in nature. Anything that was pretty got a good opinion from him. His lengthy, silky tail swung slowly and lazily from side to side and a figure coming out from behind a tree caught his attention. Just in time, he was about to get impatient. Even though it hadn't even been more than a few seconds after he requested some help that she appeared. Yes, he was that self-important.
Spenser was pleased to see she was a pretty young thing; she was rather short, too, but a lot tended to be short compared to him. He took his hand off his hip and gave her a pleasant smile, something that both his helpers seemed somewhat shocked at. They both gave each other a look and the tall brown male snapped his fingers to let them know to back off and both of them took a few steps back.
"Spenser De Lange. I'm looking for a place to live," he spoke smoothly, surprisingly managing to keep his tone polite and not at all arrogant and demanding. He took notice to the name of the place she'd given, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. His thoughts switched from somewhere to live to talking about what this place was about, just to he could be sure that this was indeed an artsy place. "Does this place harbor artists?" he asked with a curious tilt of his narrow head. He seemed to get excited at the idea of living among artists and the sort. And naturally, artists were hot. So that was a plus.