Phoenix Maplewood fast and furious

I couldn't choose more than one post icon but this is, of course, all welcome to any member of PHX but I'd love for one of the leaders to hop in here eventually. ;-)

Antar's steps slowed to an eventual cease, eyes of cold silver studying the vibrancy of the treeline: blossoms of crimson reds, sunlit oranges and yellows like an aesthetic treat to his eyes. In some semblance of ways, it reminded him of Emberwood and immediately the incubus adored it. Perhaps it was strange to be drawn to the aesthetics of landscape but he was nothing if not a terribly vain creature and he couldn't help it. Of course there were other things to consider too; namely hunting grounds. Did the territory itself provide or did the wolves that made it home — for he was well cognizant of the scent markers that kept him more than a respectful distance away — have to venture far? These considerations Antar did not offer much more than a fleeing ponder towards. He still had to indulge in that whole joining process and place himself on trail for inspection and consideration.

His favorite thing. Not.

While he was graced with a tongue of silver, the incubus didn't harbor the saint-like patience these things involved which was likely what made him a piss poor guardian. Or Warden. Or whatever word they used in these parts to describe the wolves who were tasked with patrolling and protecting the borders. Black, leathery nostrils flared as he sniffed at the air, past the urine markings of the wolves that called this place home to discover there was a distinctly syrupy scent upon the air. Brow furrowed as he sniffed at it again, trying to determine what the intriguing sweetness was. After deducing that he couldn't outwardly place it, but deigning to find out he lifted his muzzle towards the heavens and let out a call, announcing his presence — and his interest.