Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

The large man continued to traipse across the land with little intent, just a stroll to clear his head was often appreciated. If he was to continue working to ensure that his family was okay, continue filling the caches and uphold his daily duties of refreshing the borders, he needed to be able to think straight. Perhaps it during his state of thoughtfulness that the stranger caught up to him, for he did not notice until a scent passed on the wind to his nostrils. Instinctively the man's ears cupped forward and his amber gaze began to search for the unfamiliar face who claimed this odour. Indeed, it was one he did not know.