Sunspire Mountains Looking Down

*sneaks Mur in*

Things were going well for the easy-going male. He liked his new pack well enough, even though they had a mess of kids to avoid. The women there were easy on the eyes, and no one had tried to bother him thus far. He was generally allowed to do as he pleased, so long as he kept up his share of the hunting and border marking, and that suited Murdock just fine.

He could only hope that his pack wouldn't miss him if he took a quick sojourn into the mountains. He had missed the feel of new ground beneath his paws, and sought to ease a bit of the restlessness that'd built up in his heart since settling down in these lands. He liked Easthollow, but it was a relatively small territory, compared to the miles and miles of land he'd crossed to get there.

So he climbed, and just when the ache in his heart began to ease, he came upon a pretty tan shewolf, vibrant in her youth but well into womanhood.

Murdock couldn't pass up the chance to throw out a line.

Don't often see angels even this high up. What're you doin' down here, beautiful?