Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

ridgeback doesn't mean to follow the scent trail — the scent of heat speaks to everything primal within him that he has never attempted to stifle. he had come to the quarry to explore it; as he's done with every other territory he's ventured into thus far. he catches himself slipping a second — a third time! — and in a last ditch effort to force himself to go a different way, he tries to focus his fiery gaze upon anything. the steep incline he would have to climb back up. the moonglow touching upon the stone and water —

it winds up futile. primal instinct will always win out. like a moth drawn to a flame he finds her easily enough; careful to keep a more than acceptable distance between them. this little bit of control he can exert, at least. but he lets out a chuff to announce his presence all the same, hoping that she might beckon him nearer.