Golden Glade but steady, the rights and the wrongs

hoping for a Redhawk, but AW!

it had become a routine for the warrior to go back and forth from the lake to a foreign territory. he’d do it almost every day, keeping an eye out for anything that looked promising. there were a few nice looking places here and there, but he waited to find that perfect spot. he wasn’t sure what that would look like, but he figured he’d know when he’d find it.

the sun was just beginning to set when issun set out and it was pitch black when he crossed through the thicket. territorial markings lingered in the area. they weren’t too close, but close enough to make the man anxious. his group would have to steer clear from this place.

Dogged down and tired, Ceara continued her way through the Glade.  It was truthfully a beautiful territory, though one she had not traversed often.  The sugar maples still made her mouth water, though they made her think of that striking girl Ikkuma (who was presumably now back in the Plateau, away from this territory where she'd been found making out with trees).

She licked her chops before she passed the scent of a small band carried by the wind, and it seemed as if luck had it that she was placed strategically.  She approached cautiously, remembering Nashoba and Svalinn, and let out a chuff as soon as the nebulous silhouette of Issun was in sight.

he didn’t want to linger around and get caught by any potentially hostile wolves, so he backtracked and fell into a quick trot. he didn’t go too far before he spotted someone. she didn’t seem aggressive, but cautious nonetheless.

murky eyes looked over the woman before him. she was a vibrant red that glowed amongst the darkness, a polar opposite to him. a few moments of silence passed before he said “hi.”

He is large, almost intimidating in the stoic way he carries himself.  She bristles involuntarily as his pale eyes rake over the curves of her body, and she adjusts herself to disguise them.  She is not ashamed of her figure but it is not something she wishes to draw attention to, something that was already hard enough with the vibrant hue of her pelt.

He greets her stiff with casual words, and she lets out a metered breath before she finally replies, Hey.