Sunset Valley fortune days

A figure came to in the distance, pitch as the midpoint of a starless night and just as undeterred by the elements. Her strides were every bit as confident as his own, thought had it not been for the bear-like structure that lent her strength and size he would have mistaken her for another. It wasn't to say he hadn't for a fleeting moment, but she did not match or carry herself in the way a certain pit viper did.

He regarded her openly as he would have any other, letting what random fate or luck or whatever it was determine how the curttailing of distance went. A foolish creature would have thought to keep moving west towards the northern curve of the shore would keep them from encounter, but he was never so foolish to believe he would wander alone for too long a stretch. If he hadn't wanted to be found, he would have kept it so. It had always been a matter of time.

His gaze tore away as he managed a rough dip of land at his feet, those steps slow and precise, and pressed forward to draw her closer. In these lawless venues he found her display both force of habit and guarded; it spoke enough of a tome to give him the opening line: "Interrupting your day, am I?"