Kintla Flatlands look and see her eyes, they glow

terance had tracked down that god damn bear. it's scent lead him nowhere. it had rained in the days between the assault and today, and so the beast had escaped. whatever terance was trying to do to the damn thing, on his own, was besides the point. maybe he'd gather a party when he figured out where it went. maybe he just wanted to know where it lived, so he could shit on it's doorstep every day until he died. either way, terance found nothing, and so this trip was in vein. 

he was not at sunspire. he was south of it, but he heard hydra's call anyway. it was good timing-- or bad timing. terance wasn't sure he truthfully had the emotional capacity to handle a round of accusations spat at him by his ex-friend. but he would not be pitiful. he would not be weak. so he followed her call.

since the time before the last time they'd seen each other, when lyra had been with her, terance had been weakened by the famine. his frame was big, he was built this way, but his waist had synched in and he'd become smaller overall-- as hunger tended to do. but now, since seabreeze and olive and the children left, since their move to the hollow, even with the coming winter months, terance had gained back his weight. he looked normal again. bulky, muscular, fluffy. a freshly made scar perpendicular to his spine was along his hind-quarters. that might be all she'd notice. if anything.

he chuffed as he approached, coming from behind. his ears pressed forwards, his gaze hardened on her. he stopped a few meters back, chin raising slightly. he said nothing, but his eyes assessed her. what do you want?