Dragoncrest Cliffs you do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright [j]

tagging @Thuringwethil for visibility <33 (& @Dio, @Eske ? haha)

 He has separated from Mirabelle along his voyage up the coast. The man cannot blame her after what he has learned of her past; as they moved, the scent of pack had lured Étoille closer, and pushed her further yet away. And although their voyage together had been short, he can not help himself from feeling some strange yearning to find her again. Not enough to change his mind in the course of his desired actions here, but - perhaps one day he could seek her out again. There is, after all, the matter of her protection, which oddly enough he feels somewhat responsible for. (And yet she escaped on her own, and will manage just fine without him, he thinks.)

Pulling thoughts away from the delicate woman and onto the present, Étoille reflects on his last time at a pack's borders. It had been... unnecessarily dramatic and he hopes the transaction this time will be easy enough - as always, he is oblivious to any anxieties about proving himself. The man is intrigued by the pack's borders - he has been careful to stay reasonably out of bounds, but he can't quite stop watching the sea from over the jut of the cliffs in the distance. There is something about the power in standing atop the ocean that appeals to him.

Well. No need to draw this out. Carefully the man tips back his head and lets out a call - seeking authority to appeal to.