Nocturne Summit the spine can't decide between the earth and the sky

It tickles his nose first, dark, leathery button twitching upon the air as he slowly turns to see a dark woman escalating the incline with relative ease. At first, he does not notice her hackles are raised—simply that she is a goliath—but as she flattens it he realizes his mistake and a grin forms upon his features. The chuff is well-received, moving so that he elegantly stands upon all fours and stands upon sturdy ground should he have found foe instead of a friend.
 
She does not advance just yet, perhaps waiting for invitation, but he doesn’t offer it yet. He doesn’t expect to recognize her scent, individual or pack, but he keeps it in the forefront of his mind to lock it away. It has been days since he’s had a run in with another and he suspects, now that someone has shown up he’ll have more chance encounters.
 
Atlantis lifts his nose once in invitation before he directs it out and over the landscape. Local?