Flycatcher Downs She came from over the cliffs

Zephyr, enthralled as he was in her for the time being, made it his mission to know this woman fairly well by the time he departed her company. And so he payed close attention, noting the exquisite patterning and colors of her lovely fur, a mixture of golds, reds, and silvers that didn't want to lay flat. It was her eyes, though, her stormy orbs catching his own grassy green gaze as it swept appreciatively over her frame. It was then she spoke, giving him the name Aglaeca in a voice that sung with power and twisted with an ancient melody. He couldn't place what it was from, but that mattered little to him right now. She was all that mattered, this striking female who so commanded his attention. Heart thrumming in his chest with exitement, Zephyr pulled up from his bow and couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. From what he could tell, she was happy with his friendliness, his openness, and wouldn't have pulled it away even if he wanted to. She was regal, she was the epitemy of power: and Zephyr needed to be at her side. He felt the pull, the urge to follow her where she went. As what, perhaps that didn't matter right now, but he knew he needed to go. Aglaeca relaxed, but asked him of the land around, claiming she hadn't been here long. Suddenly all those times he'd left Seadog borders and gone exploring, against Sen's wishes, became very, very important.  
                      "I've been here a few months, and I've traveled over a good part of the area of the Teekon Wilds, miss. I can tell you a lot of things, especially in the area just North of us. We're in Rising Sun Valley now. It leads into the Snowforest Tiaga to the north, and beyond the Sunspire mountians are the Flatlands and the Great Bear Wilderness."
He pointed his muzzle in each direction as he spoke, knowing that he could for the most part take her wherever she wished to go, and knew of the packs they had to avoid. If she was looking for a guide, she'd found a pretty good one.