Totoka River i believe pain breeds wolves and joys give rise to moons

cyron's tongue draws over the marred flesh on his muzzle — a daily and permanent reminder of brand and influence that blackfeather woods has left upon him — and he habitually flinches. the involuntary movement is small, minuscule really and hopefully not all that noticeable to anyone not paying astute attention to him. it no longer causes him pain but it draws to the forefront of his mind unpleasant memories of dark, dank caves like massive jaws closing in around him, memories of severed heads and the sickly sweet scent of decay and the inevitable truth ( at the time ) that he would soon join those corpses. it is a miracle that he survived at all as his body had begun to turn on itself —

cyron's thoughts are broken off, abruptly, at the sound of approaching footfalls and the saefyn grows acutely alert to his surroundings with a cup of erect ears atop his skull, raised muzzle as he drinks in the scents carried upon the soft breeze, hackles bristling ever-so-slightly at his nape and along his spine as the female comes into his view. she is a stranger and cyron is riddled with distrust and weariness founded during his months of torturous captivity. he does not breach the silence that hangs in the air between them as he watches her become aware of his presence. she does, however, and apologizes. his dull chestnut gaze takes in her posture noting that it is not aggressive and he is quickly mindful of his own. he holds himself tall, if only to seem intimidating, and hesitates in a flighty, feral way as he wars between flight or fight. well, not so much fight — more like flight or stay.

after a few more moments of rigid posture cyron's muscles start to relax ever so slightly. his guard is still up but she shows no signs of attack and she smells lone. he categorizes her as 'not a threat' but still does not speak. he whisks his tongue over his scarred jowls once more and motions towards the river with a gesture of his muzzle. drink? go ahead, he attempts to communicate with her via his body language.

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