Dragoncrest Cliffs Carnelian

He snaked through the trees at a decent clip because he definitely needed more matters to concern himself with. This one had been steadily building all week and he was on a wicked edge over it--now more than ever by the day with defense already paramount. But the wocha was impressive in his dedication in all things.. this chaotic feeling included. He got moving like every second away from right at home with her was wasted; it felt like it was the closer he went and the fresher the trail was, only riling him up further.

The gold Drakru didn't need to, but with his nose so full of such a sweet scent, he couldn't help but not--he pranced lightly along to reach her, tail and head up, and stride purposefully proud. Finally closing in only exaggerated it. In spotting her, alone too, he was many kinds of relief at first, as well as much more than that in the next instant. So keenly aware of what nature sang of, it made it difficult to want to waste any time. He took a greedily deep breath and swept in closer barring any further preamble except a wave of his own tail.

He had to be close to her--that much he couldn't wait any longer for, but he also had to be careful. Determinedly he didn't idle his thoughts on her leg more than that, as much as it still burned him that she had been hurt at all, let alone now. He arched his neck towards her with a series of low, questioning rumbles as he invited himself right into her space.