Alpine Lake Hanging memories on the high line poles

adi's lips curved in a wry smile, the curt words not putting him off too badly, and he dipped his head in greeting. "definitely the latter," he assured the male, his tail giving a single wag. "i also didn't want to intrude, if this is your home." he remembered the reddish man in the mountain cave all too well; he didn't want a repeat of that incident, especially since this fellow was well-built and battle-tested, by his looks.

he sized him up without malice, eyes raking over the warrior body for merely a second before he spoke again. "my name is aditya," he introduced himself with a small bow of his muzzle. his smile grew wry. "is this your home?" he did seem quite comfortable here, but that could just be his nature. he was about grayday's age, and he carried a scent that seemed vaguely familiar to aditya's nose.