Porcupine Ridge Sapphire

The woman spoke teasingly and Stark gave a soft laugh, shaking his scruff out as he regarded her pale figure. Her coat was alight with the hues of the night, slowly as they claimed the stakes of pale fur as their own, using her as a canvas. "Nearly as pretty as you, though I'm not sure who's leaning on whom." He teased, giving her a wink. Harmless flirtation aside, it was promising to be a lovely night and with the oppressive heat it was the only time he felt comfortable enough to actually do much.

"Exploring. He echoed to her query. "Each mountain I scale is different than the last." Though his roots were firmly planted it did not escape the need to stretch his legs and to gain more knowledge.