Morningside Cuesta Shadowed

Though he was a loathe to leave his tiny, gigantic mate, there was a fearul edge to the call that had him lurching to his paws and heading toward the sound, one ear flickering toward Khoe as he departed. I'll be right back, it seemed to say, though in his distraction, he did not note whether or not she'd seen the gesture.

He picked his way across the territory, his body as limber as it'd been before the snake bite, but his eyesight slightly worse. Soon enough, though, he came upon the caller.

"Heartha?" he asked, coming close enough to brush his nose over her coat, looking for injuries. "You sound worried," he added, after finding no open wounds. There was the scent of a stranger upon her, but the male discounted this at once. The scent was fading, and if it was something to be worried about, he was sure he'd've been told sooner.