Altar of Twilight butter and biscuits for your meal

his gaze, though focused on the mountain before him, did not fail to notice the inky figure from the corner of his eye. a prickle along his spine left him alert, though he made no move to flee. instead he turned to catch her greeting, an easygoing swish of his tail being offered in return.

she was more handsome than she was pretty, her athletic build capturing his attention before anything else. cautiously he took a step forward, nose wiggling as he tried to pick out the scents woven in her fur. none were familiar, leaving him all the more curious as to who she was and where she'd come from.