Lex hadn’t been to the Bay before he’d come to Moonspear and so trying to find it is turning out to be a challenge. He didn’t know how long their scent would linger, if at all, once they’d left it behind. Nonetheless, Lex wants to try and see if the wolf Charon speaks of still lingers the coast. He hadn’t asked why or why the female is special but he’s curious to know and why he stood with ocean in the distance, just out of sight, and the sound of waves hitting weren’t too far from his destination.
A faint smell of wolves lingers, like a ghost of those left behind, and he turns and keeps walking. He doesn’t turn to the ocean, lifting his nose and taking a deep breath. The air is salty and residue clings to his lips. The sound behind him is soothing enough that he doesn’t rush to get out of there, sticking around a little while longer to see if he could find someone to point him in the right direction of the white bodied black headed wolf.
What a weird pattern.
with his new knowledge of what had transpired in the sound, lasher traversed near unto it with a somberness besetting his dark features. he dared not draw close again, for fear that the accent-toned male, whose voice hinted at long winters and cold rivers forded at nightfall, would not be so kind again.
and so he kept his steps away from the sound, though often he gazed wistfully in its direction -- he missed the sylph. but soon donnelaith's founding would be complete, and taltos rather suspected that he would have much work into which to fling himself.
a slow trot halted the man at the headway of waters, where a golden-eyed creature cloaked in shades of light stood. lasher chuffed in a friendly manner, but did not draw near, not yet.
He’d followed the scent his sister left behind from Moonspear but after searching the surrounding areas and coming up empty handed, he isn’t sure what to make of it. Izo is more than capable of taking care of herself and he did not suspect harm had come of her. There had been no signs. Had he been away from the pack too long? The frustration settles in tension between his shoulders and he can’t shake it, but trying to give himself something else to do might ease some of it.
His dedication to his mom had wavered in his travels and with Izo gone, he’s not entirely sure where he should be anymore. Searching for Blythe on Charon’s suggestion isn’t enough to keep him occupied because soon enough another is disrupting the search. Lex turns his head toward the sound and nods his head, taking in a deep breath. It reminded him of the Plateau, of Regulus and the other outside Moonspear, but he doesn’t approach or offer much in return. Lex regards him for a moment, offering a slight nod in greeting.
a nod brought the man forward with an affable expression --the other wore the scent he had recently sensed upon amekaze, one of stone spires and dark, cool moss. "hello," the man called in his softly accented tones, halting a few paces away to assess his companion. the wolf opposite him was brightly-eyed, alert, with a palpable aura of intelligence -- lasher enjoyed the company of such creatures.
"do you visit the coast also?" the druid inquired, alluding to his own journey thus.
“Hello,” Lex responds but he looks away, expelling a breath he’d forgotten he’d been holding. The scent of Izo is no where to be found. He thought he’d been on the tail of it but perhaps it had been his imagination. His sister is a smart one, capable of taking care of herself, but she’d disappeared without telling him, while he’d been gone and traveling around the area. She didn’t say goodbye. Perhaps—and he could hope—she returned to their other sisters to check in on them. No one had any information for him but he couldn’t go after her, could he? “This is my first time. I was looking for someone.”
lasher was quiet for a moment -- he would have proffered his aid, but the man's response had been vague. "moonspear," he murmured, recalling the scent that had overlaid both wildfire and amekaze. "a fair trek outland," he observed. "perhaps this person you seek left to follow the herds." a grouping of moose had moved toward the inner lands, but that had been further south than the land upon which the pair stood now.
"Yes," Lex says when he announces his home. It doesn't catch on right away that the other is from Blacktail Deer Plataeu, draped in different scents than he recognizes but Dante's has crossed his nose from the other. It doesn't sink in for the moment but he doesn't linger on the information. Instead, he nods when the other gives him his opinion about where those he seek may be. Blythe remains on the coast, according to Charon, but his sister he doesn't know. He needs to find her more than the other, so he dips his head. "I should go."
Sorry for the quick end, I'm going to take lex out of the game <3
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their meeting was to be shortened -- lasher dipped his head but said no more as the other abruptly departed. the man of donnelaith wondered only a moment before he continued upon his own way, increasing his pace.