Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

Another joined him not too long after he decided to rest here. Rhanno raised his nose into the air as the scent of another wafted towards him, a sweet but wild scent that caused a grin to curve the sides of his lips. He turned, orange eyes seeking out the form the smell belonged to. She was easy to find. A bear of a wolf, with sleek black fur covering a well-muscled body and strong limbs. The man admired her as she rounded him, obviously having no intention to stop and chat.

"You look on a mission," he announced loudly in his broken english, hoping she would at least stop for a moment. He wanted to continue admiring the females of this land, it seemed to produce strong ones, if his last meeting with the white-furred girl was anything to go by. Perhaps it was a fortunate omen, then, a sign that this truly was the place they were to settle.