Fairspell Meadow Dust off your boots

He had realized it had been a fair while since he had the chance to encounter another of his kind, so it was well enough that it began in a non-confrontational way. Dovev didn't have his old strength, and he thought it would take longer to rebuild his former mass, if he did at all. The male was reaching the point where he would probably be less of a gangster and more of an aging, laid back creature. It was just as well, for Dovev had grown tired of his aloofness.

The stranger had a oaken, almost honeyish brown hue to his coat, and held a neutral stance. Inching closer, Dovev weighed his options with a thoughtful lick to his upper snout. Chancing a chase against this other male was pitiful; there were no clear resources to be contested. However, it might be worth some interrogation as to the surrounding landscape. Dovev had spent his time much farther north of this valley, and having reentered Teekon a short while ago, it would make sense to ask the locals.

Know of any good hunting round here? he called out, his own tail swinging like a pendulumn against his back ankles. The arctic creature looked a bit more weary than usual, with what most of his fur incesscently scratched away.