Golden Glade the fold up

Rannoch had been frequenting the borders since the Frosthawks had relocated from the plateau, and this afternoon was no exception. He usually started earlier in the morning, drinking as much water as he could stand before heading to the outer limits of the territory. Rannoch had cleared a sizeable stretch before he caught wind of Deshyr, and once he realized she was near, he paused his patrol as he anticipated her arrival. 

The minutes ticked by, and she didn't arrive. When he realized how much time had passed since he had scented her, Rannoch called out to her, curious to know how close she was. 

"Deshyr? You there?"