Morningside Cuesta with drops of Jupiter in her hair

Sizeable paws guided Sylvas across the valley as he proceeded to patrol the area, his pace was steady and guarded as he strolled onward, mind wondering occasionally to thoughts of the past as he continued to look around the Cuesta. And as he walked further into the land, Sylvas' amber gaze shimmered brilliantly in the warm glow of the morning sun as he turned to glance back to the way he had came. Sylvas stood for a moment, his dirt covered fur slowly beginning to bristle about his neck as a swift, chilling breeze swept by, caressing his face and as the wind brushed against his bulky brown form, the male found himself involuntarily shuddering at the elements cold touch.

Eyes blinked as an unexpected call sounded across the terrain and instantly Sylvas turned to face the direction of the howl, leathery nose twitching as an unfamiliar scent was shortly brought to his attention. The mercenary remained still for a minute, analysing this new aroma, his tail swaying behind him in the wind till finally his paws guided him toward the call, his pace quickening into a jog as he journeyed his way to the borders. 

It didn't take long for Sylvas to spot the stranger, his golden eyes falling upon a sun-kissed figure lingering up ahead within the distance, waiting patiently for an audience. And as the mercenary slowed his pace to a walk, approaching the woman cautiously, he offered her a small chuff, politely alerting her of his presence.