Spotted Eagle Mountain interlude

That evening Ken quietly slipped out, only intending to go on a short walk; scout out the land around them. He was aimless as he climbed, upwards and sometimes down again, unfamiliar with this sort of terrain and inexperienced with traveling over it. A scent on the breeze- and his eyes narrowed as he second-guessed himself. Could it be...? 

Cenric? He called into the cooling air, trying to look ahead upon the slopes- see if a figure might appear forward from the darkness.