The cinnamon-sprinkled male moved quietly through the woods, ducking and dodging low hanging branches as they whipped at his face and combed through his fur. It was twilight and the shadows were beginning to slowly overwhelm the mountain, enveloping the territory in a chilly blanket he sought to shake off. A nice run through the forest always did his soul some good, especially on days where he found himself brooding and stewing over things out of his control. He had no goal in mind as he ran, massive paws thudding rhythmically against the sodden ground as he went like a shadow. He knew eventually he would have to begin thinking about a trade to master in order to provide the pack with his own special service, and as he drummed through the fading light he found himself wondering what would suit him best.

Another moment, and the thought was gone, his footfalls receding into the quiet of night.

It was only a few moments before he was joined by someone, who, upon getting a better glance at her, was Tempest. His mismatched eyes lightened noticeably with her company - well, any company, really - and flashed a lopsided grin. "Well hey there, miss," the eta said with a laugh in between breaths. She said nothing and he took it as wanting to run in silence; but hey, at least company was company.

A few seconds later the man glanced at her from the corner of his eye and watched as she fell with a thud. Surprised, Jensen skidded to a halt and doubled back towards the woman with a concerned expression on his face. "Are you okay? Are you hu- Bindi?" She had tripped over the body of a wolf, which was.. a bit strange. How had he not noticed her laying there? "Where'd you come from? Just popped outta nowhere!" he said with a small laugh, muzzle dropping to prod Tempest's shoulder reassuringly. The she-wolf seemed to be unharmed, which was relieving given the awkward circumstance.