Permafrost Hollows Que que na-to-ra

The smoky man had been at work most of the day, refreshing the borders of the Glacier and making sure that no intruders were getting through. It was his last round when a breeze had blown through cutting his pelt like a knife but a scent of a woman was strong enough to make him forget about the dreaded cold. Steele’s ears perked toward the hollows that lied right beside the territory.For safety, he thought he should check it out. 

Slowly he made his way toward the scent it grew stronger as he followed it. His mind wondered what anyone would be doing out there in the cold without coming to them for a place to stay first. It hit him then as he was walking that he was no longer in the Sanctuary that this place enforced their borders and probably wouldn’t let just anyone in. With a head shake he spotted the woman laying down. A chuff was let out so she wouldn’t become scared.

Steele haulted in case she wanted him to come no farther. He would wait for her cue to come closer or they’d talk from afar.