Wapun Meadow testing the compass

The swarthy paragon had found a fondness in the lush woodland where he'd met the feeble woman and on a whim, decided to rest there for a day to regain the strength he'd spent on his travels. At daybreak he rose and wandered southbound, the wind and his nose weaving him on a path that led him past lakes and rivers, eventually dumping him smack in the middle of an open field where the winter breeze revealed a colorful array of new scents. 

Among them was the honeyed trail of a young dame and Sanguinus, curious to know who lied at the end of the sugarcoated path, took to following it. It was not hard to miss the earthly temptress when she came into view, for the chestnut of her coat was lit ablaze in the midwinter daylight and stood out like wildflowers against a pastel background. After a moment of admiration he lifted his chin skyward and let out a sharp call for her attention, pearlescent gaze watchful for what would unfold.