Cedar Sweep Shameless and shining, we always ask why, for

Soft thumps of footfalls against grass, the sound of birds chirping, and the low whispering of wind tickling the insides of his ears. He is pacing just outside the opening of his grand Strath. He has finally declared the place as his — the entire Strath. He will protect it and the surrounding territories with teeth and violence if needed, but only if needed, for now anyway. 

So this fine day, he decides to venture from his walls of relative safety and he uses the word safety very loosely. So as he walks, he dares to spot another canine esc form only a fair few meters away from him. The wind carries her scent to him and he smiles at the realization of who this shewolf is. She is the alphess of his dear and loving neighbors. 

So as not to spook her, he casually pads closer with a light chuff to announce his presence if she hadn’t already seen or heard him coming. The sun that beat shakily through the canopy above alighting his golden orbs and dance along his unique, cursed pelt. 

“How are you, Célnes?” He begins casually. Surely she’d remember him, they only met a bit ago anyhow.