Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

He was able to get a little closer, but the greeting came from her first. Straightforward and friendly, he observed right away, without any other choice but to not. Steadily, he pulled himself into a smooth halt--letting himself be seen, and looking her over pointedly back. Chance, more likely. Antares selected after a breath to consider it. Did he seek company? Maybe not exactly. He was open to the idea of it, and whatever interest it could bring, but it wasn't the only thing he was out roving for.

I like to scout here, he provided, generously, on his behalf as he offered her a little clipped nod towards the rest of the Weald. He was not as outwardly friendly as her in his bearing, but he had gathered a quiet poise that seemed like he was considering his options--learning, who he was in the face of some unknown stranger. There remained some distance between them and he thought she definitely smelled like someone familiar. Are you traveling somewhere? the dark yearling asked, aiming for a general sort of statement to veer the interest away from himself so soon.