Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

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He'd escorted @Wildfire to the caldera that morning and confident she was in good hands and his series would temporarily be relieved, he began to explore. The area is foreign to him, for the most part, and he doesn't stray too far but nor does he stay close to the borders that do not belong to him. It is not long before his trot becomes purposeful. Gavriel isn't sure when it all kicked in or when his body had taken over his direction, but when the scent he's been subconsciously trailing becomes apparent, he begins to understand.

A dark figure stands in the distance (at least what little he can see against the grasses), but disappears upon pursuit. Gavriel uses her scent wafting in his direction to locate her. If it hadn't been weighted by her perfume, the brute might have noticed the extra scent in the air. He's pulled forward, zeroing in on his target, he thinks of Gyda and how he'd had patience, restraint, but this seems different. He doesn't know the woman exposing her vulnerability to the world but he does know he needs to get there first and so the last several yards turn into a gallop. In a matter of seconds, their distance becomes nonexistent.

Gavriel's chest puffs out and he's able to scrutinize the dark woman for a moment, a whine vibrating his throat while his head dips for a quiet, pressing invitation request.