Firestone Hot Springs A little bit dangerous, a little bit sweet

The useful thing about heat was it's ability to amplify smells. The air atoms and particulates bounced around alot more in the heat that the cold, which nullified smells exponentially. So the moment Flicker has arrived, it took only seconds for Siqsa to take notice. 
Damp heat clung to his dark navy fur, giving him the hue of an oceanic's abyss. The yearling was nearly 2, and it would only be a few more months before he managed to grow into his prime stature. Even now he was growing to be larger than average, his last remaining pup features fading into much more intimidating illustration. 

Standing from his resting spot, he looked around, shrouding everything in his molten gaze of scarlet topaz irises. Someone was here, and he had to ensure it wasn't an enemy. It was clear it was another wolf, but he couldn't pinpoint whether it was one of the recently met 'Blacktail' or whether it was an entirely different pack, all together. 

His eyes narrowed at he lack of announcement; surely they had to know he was here. He could smell them, but they could not smell him? Indignation rose in his chest as he felt insulted. He completely overruled the potential for them being nose-blind or him being too far from notice by their own proximity. All he knew was his pride had been scratched by the unintentional insult. His tongue sharpened as it began to prepare to exchange sharp words instead of a simple greeting, if he chose to open his mouth at all. 

Rising from his comfortable sport amongst the heated land, his head lowered, the usual mass of his no longer held imposingly, but held in the manner of a pather which stalked. He was a shark now, placing himself in a hunt for this unknown company. Serpentine in his pursuit, his banner snaked from side to side with every completed set of steps, and silently he came across the trail of this other lupine. 

Auds swiveled as they locked onto sounds made further out of the clouds of steam pluming in a drift. Washing up out of the sea of heat, the dark navy and ebony quadruped emerged like a titan. And immediately his gaze locked onto the back of a cream and scarlet russet back, a body built from mountains and the toils of lone wolf judgement.

He wasn't too far from them, and another scant inhale allowed him to discern her lack of family. No one else's perfume intertwined with hers, and his assumtion of her body was confirmed. He wouldn't say anything to her though, no.
Siqnas would simply scowl at her as though she was the worst wolf in the world. Fiery eyes on the back of her neck, he waited for her to feel that creeping suspicion that she was being watched. She had made him uncomfortable, and this was her having a taste of her own medicine.