Dawnlark Plains Hinterlands

The blood in his veins boiled as the other came into focus but he didn't succumb to the whims of his volatile heart and lash out. He kept it on a short leash for now. He could not afford a conflict so early into his tenure within the Wilds, especially with such an intimidating individual. Clearly the other male was capable; he possessed a tangible wealth of brute strength. The svelte male was, queerly, suspect that this male might even belong to the shadow figures that roamed the distant peaks of the northwest reaches. A whisper of smoke that ghosted through the pines. Tartok

A breath caught in his chest as the stranger extended his nose in subtle invitation to initiate the greeting process. His skin tingled, and he shifted his weight to his hind-legs in case he had to move, quickly. The tension was palatable, but after a second of consideration and a nervous crick to his tail, Sitiyok stretched his own nose out to meet the other with a cautious whiff. Warbone was everything Sitiyok wasn't; everything the boy of three summers ago wanted to be. 

Sitiyok huffed and twisted his ears back uncertainly.