Duskfire Glacier into the void

border marking and patrolling, with his injured hip, leg combo was ...tedious. typically, while wintersbane found a kind of familiar tranquility in the routine, the ache of his healing leg stole anything serene thought from his mind. he grits his teeth and keeps moving, pausing where the scent(s) are the weakest and strengthens them; trying his best to focus upon the mission at hand instead of the throbbing ache of protest from his healing wound.

a new scent; unfamiliar and not of those he's gathered draws his attention, blissfully stealing it away from the protest of his mending sinew and skin. he limps his way to the stranger, letting out a low chuff of greeting and to garner her attention.