Cedar Sweep activity's killing the actor

his brooding is cut short - as it always is, alas - by the creeping approach of a woman he does not know. she doesn't smell like the neighboring pack from what he can tell, though their scent is faint enough now it's hard to tell, and she doesn't seem aggressive, but still. his kingdom for a nice brood in peace. as if he is cursed to enjoy pleasant company for the rest of his days.

well. the androgyne stands slowly rises from his lay, his own posture still relaxed, equally neutral, moon-bright eyes betraying this feigned chill with his cautious gaze. they're not close enough to tindómë's borders for him to be truly territorial but he is a little bit anyway, if only mentally.

 "h'lo," the wisp offers after a beat, and sits, watching her.