Porcupine Ridge and I told you to be patient

sorry for the late response!

Step by step.
Step by step.

The man listened to the soft thumps of his paws across the earth, the grass shifting in his wake, the song bird's sweet voices above. Occasionally he would hear another voice on the wind; alluring, calling. Sometimes it was Venicy. Sometimes it was Valette.

Sometimes it was no one at all.

But... All was right.

All was peaceful.

In his old age the man had begun to notice more and more with passing time. What he gave up for in his mobility, he had gained in senses and the ability to feel the world around him. He would occasionally watch the trees above, the bison below, and the ants that danced around his paws way below.

But today he had noticed another—their pelt like a flash of light within the ever-shifting field of grass. They were a stranger he had never met, their form like no other he had seen.

Perhaps the animals of these lands were like her; slender an white, unique and alluring in a sense that made them seem as if he was dreaming. He watched her for a bit, his orange-honey gaze tracking her movements before deciding such an action could be seen as unbecoming of a man with his rank in time. He cleared his throat to her, hoping to garner her attention.