Silver Moraine he's got an everloving bone to pick with one and all

vague b/c the thread with currituck is still on-going.

if tezcacoatl's attention had drifted — he held the tentative assumption that they might pass by in close proximity but not interact despite his chuff — it snaps back to her as the autumn fire pelaged woman draws nearer, picking her way closer. his gaze takes her in, a quick sweep of his eyes, not lingering on any specific part for longer than socially appropriate except for her stub of a tail. yet, in the interest of not rudely staring he glosses over it after looking a beat longer and focuses his gaze back upon her face as she states her purpose.

so his initial assumption'd been right: she was on a mission. she was looking for a puppy. was puppies wandering lackadaisically around in these wilds a common occurrence? it hadn't last time he'd been here ...to the best of his knowledge anyway. both times tezcacoatl'd been rather concentrated on himself and his own ambitions. "i came across a pup a few days ago but she was taken back to her home to the glacier by one of the adults responsible for her." tezcacoatl informs her. he has doubts that it's the child this woman is looking for ... unless the pack that now inhabited duskfire glacier was in the habit of stealing children.