Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

Durnehviir did not expect her swarthy acquaintance to answer the call so swiftly, therfore she set about better exploring the local area. Surrounding what remained of the ridge was a vast woodland of proud conifers, and the scent of pine hung heavy in the air as she approached the forests edge. The tawny beauty pressed a slim shoulder to the trunk of the first tree she came to and sniffed at its bark, testing for any sign that her mysterious acquaintance might have begun a claim of this particular land. Finding that he had not, Durnehviir strode forward, her fur depositing is own aroma for her potential comrade to follow. 

She did not make it much deeper among the evergreens, for the sound of padding paws caused her heartrate to quicken. Pausing in her tracks, the crimson-tipped Frostfur lifted her fine crown and pointed her snout in the direction she heard another approach from, opalescent eyes finding the form of the male who'd invited her to find him. 

Durnehviir was a sight to behold: the sunset at her back, bathing her in fierce bronze light. Constantine did not move to come closer and, determined not to appear too eager, the pale-eyed dragoness simply watched him back. Her heart thrummed loudly in her chest, urging her to go. Go to him. At her rear, Durnehviir's feathered tail betrayed her attempt at appearing cool before this magnificent brute, as it swung merrily to life in excitable greeting.