Stavanger Bay This point

Cameo! Please feel free to skip me

It was a cold day, similar to any other. Out of boredom did he follow Umbra’s scent. As he went along, his nose picked up more scents; returning packmembers. Tahoe had not seen or found traces of the departing pair for a short while. He paid no special interest to the fact, it was not his job to micromanage anybody. As long as they came back and pulled their weight, so be it. 

In the near distance, he saw their small silhouettes converge—Umbra was already speaking with them. Additionally, it appeared Vanity didn’t come back empty-handed, but he couldn’t decipher what it was that she brought. With ears perked, he stood—a statue—and observed the encounter from afar. Fragments of conversation were audible from here. If the subject was of no interest to him, he’d leave them to it.