Reaching the base of the mountain awarded her the unique pleasure of scenting the earth at its roots. To her nostrils, it always seemed richer than above, though she was unaware that it was the warmth of the earth that made it so. She was a being of and with the essence of nature, lost within a quiet rapture til her nose was graced by a familiar, known scent.
Her ears pricked to attention as her nose quivered inquisitively then turned in a general direction of the scent. By the glance of her peripheral did she spy the origin of the scent; towering black laden with the musk of the creek and the heaviness of the mountain that suggested travel. And as her bi-colored eyes fully rested on her spectator, recognition sparked their hues to life. The serene state kept prior replaced by curiosity. She remembered the male vividly, for it was that dark hide she had run into whilst in her home. The same obsidian pelt that shielded his brethren from the wrathful jaws of the two that had pursued her.
“Hello?” she woofed softly, her brows receded as if genuinely surprised to see the male here. It was a little ways to the creek from the mountain. |