The mongrel strolled along the edges of the forest, his bright stare peering around at the area as he allowed his paws to guide him forward. His focus became locked onto a small mass of water up ahead, one that had managed to form itself into a small pond of sorts, cradling itself in the centre of the terrain. In his approach, Flint watched as the running water filled the pond, only to continue its journey down stream - flowing off to grace other areas of the wilds. And for a moment, the yearling was silent, briefly observing the sparkling liquid that shimmered and danced elegantly in front of him. The youth couldn't help but admire the free-flow of the water and soon found himself smiling at nature herself, but as quick as the smile came, it had vanished. Flint shifted himself, turning his attention to look out across the horizon, the chill of the winter winds nipping icily at his nose as leathery nostrils flared at the scent of an unfamiliar aroma.
A frown furrowed across his features and Flint lowered his head slightly, large paws eventually moving him away from the waters edge and closer toward the treeline, ”Hello?” He chuffed, dark skull tilting curiously as he began to search the area for the source of this new smell.
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A light tanned figure emerged from the brush and Flint's ear twitched at the sound her voice as it filled the air. The male was silent as he briefly studied the woman, his bright blue gaze blinking as he then recalled her question. Ah! Stupid! Quickly, remembering his manners, the yearling gave a swift nod of his skull and offered the woman a friendly smile, "Uh, sorry - yes that's me." He said with a curious sway of his tail, "Is there anything I can do for you miss?" Flint asked, paws shifting him a little closer to his nameless pack mate, one that seemed to have sought him out and successfully too.
Flint's expression dropped as the woman introduced herself as Pema and went on to mention that she was one of the leaders of Morningside. 'Oh my!' Feeling somewhat stupid now at calling her miss, the male's charcoal ear laid slowly against his head, bright eyes gazing at Pema as she also explained the reason for seeking him out.
Licking his muzzle, the wolfdog offered Pema a bow of his head, an unkept tail giving a friendly sway behind him, "Oh! I'm sorry, Pema.. I didn't know." Flint uttered as he peered up at her, "I'm settling in okay, thank you." He said with a small smile, "Still need to meet other members, though you've helped me check one more off the list." He chuckled some as he straightened his posture, though remembering to keep himself lower that his superior.