Gilded Bay where man cannot, love can; love will

The druid had grown tired of his father's bay. After staring into the sentinels from the beach, he'd breathed a single outward sigh to release the tensions of his frame and set a course down the coast. This journey took him away from Bijou and Lionel, but the earthy beast did not fret for his siblings. The sea could not take them, nothing on earth would. He had grown tired of their tiresome pranks, anyway. It would likely do him well to spend some time on his own, and he knew that when he grew bored of his excursion he could return to the others. 

From one bay to another, the druid trotted tirelessly. Knaven found very little about the unfamiliar terrain to be boring, but there were a few cuts of land that left him wanting. For what, he could not decide. When his sights fell on the chocolate frame and familiar mahogany glare, he all but cackled with delight. The pace of the wayfarer quickened until he had closed much of the gap that stretched between them and caught a glimpse of the real prize. The huntress was marked with the Cairns ribs. He knew he'd never met this she wolf before. A face like that wouldn't have easily been forgotten. Still, the familiar markings and gaze were enough to keep his attentions fully. 

You're a sight, the rogue called in a voice that was rugged and charming, with a bite of salt from the seaside.