Overture Downs so watch your time, time descends

He wanders back to the place where he'd last met Terance, half-hoping to see him again. Their last encounter has admittedly changed something in the way he views the dark man; he is no longer relegated to the category of 'hot, but nah', for better or for worse. He still doesn't know him well, but he's seen enough of him to know that there is a sadness lurking below the surface, as with many of their kind. It's intriguing in a way — or maybe he's just still searching for common ground with near-strangers where there is none.
But he's here anyway, and it seems someone else is, too. From a distance the wolf is only a streak of red — but as he draws near, he can make out feminine features, and a distinct lack of a tail. The woman smells of Terance's pack; little surprise, as he is practically on their doorstep. He chuffs softly, halting when he's within a couple yards of her, and waits for a response.