Lost Creek Hollow We're on fire

The scent of the other is lost on him for their last encounter had been brief and by scent alone, something he pushed out of his mind long ago. His need to store it to memory had been little and other things had distracted him enough to warrant it useless. How the other looks at the ground—at Wildfire, he should say—doesn’t put him at ease, and he takes a few steps forward to make his presence far more obvious. His expression doesn’t change except the hardening of his stare despite the bandrona introducing them to someone she apparently knows.

Gavriel keeps quiet and his fur bristles around his mane, keeping the gap between them the least inviting as he can manage.