Morningside Cuesta drop it to the flo

*Throws Sylvas at you* x3 

The scent of lavender became more pungent as he strolled onward, his leathery nose twitching as his amber eyes fell upon a dark figure rolling herself amongst the purple shrubbery up ahead. Puzzled slightly at the strangers actions, the mercenary slowly approached, gradually coming to a halt as soon as he was close enough to see the woman fully. As he stood there, tail swayed behind him, his large paws shifted, crushing the grass beneath them as he silently observed the peculiar woman, until allowing a friendly chuff to escape his brown and cream hued muzzle, for it was only polite to make his presence known.

Dipping his head, black lips parted and the male spoke in greeting, ”Evening.” He said, offering the stranger a smile, though the mercenary knew the woman to be apart of their banding group, though unfortunately, Sylvas couldn't remember her name.