Horizon Ridge you're a new song baby

it is nippy today, he thinks, drawing from the blood-sap forest onto the shore, still interested in developing his mental map of his new home. too, he keeps his eyes peeled for others: potential packmates, yes, and one in particular (he would not say his feelings for the fey run deep, being somewhat stunted with women; she is a friend merely). 

he does not find her, but amongst the chaotic remnants of rock samothes catches wind of another. curiously he draws closer. a woman, he thinks, and with the most interesting - burn scar, perhaps? he can't quite tell at this angle but the scholar has the presence to not run up in surprise. instead he follows her at a diagonal, allowing their paths to naturally intersect as she draws closer to the sea. when he reaches a respectable distance samothes lets loose a calm chuff of greeting, his rosey gaze watching the marked weakness in her movements with intrigue.

phone post !! hope it makes sense!!