Blackfoot Forest rippling out through his past and future

it does not take the tundrian long to realize that he's not alone. of course it strikes him as a bit ridiculous to assume he's alone in the entirety of the territory itself, but there is another somewhere in the general vicinity of him. there is not much wind, the thick forest does it's best to temper it and as it was the scent trail — fresh — was almost missed entirely by the stench of fox, even stale as it was. wintersbane doesn't intentionally follow it necessarily ...their paths were bound to cross eventually being in such relative proximity to one another as they were.

but when their paths do cross a curious appraisal is given of the other male. they are of a similar build. tall, bear-like. stalwart. but their pelages... their pelages could not be more opposite. where the tundrian is cloaked in the blue-black shadows of night accented by silvery moonbeam mane and mittens his counterpart is draped in colors of the sun. yö ja päivä he thinks as he moves through the shadows and lets out a low chuff to announce his presence, judging the stranger for a reaction.