Honeyed Pasture ah, there's still time

Moments bled together, and with no greater cause than his own selfish whims to follow, he let his nose lead the way--which certainly, unconsciously, may have done him more harm than earnest good. He blinked as first hints of realization began to trickle up into his senses, and the next thought was how far into the pasture he had ranged already, time having slipped away beneath his wandering paws. Not only that, but he was not alone any longer.

The wind shifting tightened his jaw, gave him confirmation, and he was unfortunately a keen eye; keen enough to notice, and consequently wonder, why Keyni kept such space between them while he slowed to hesitate first before chancing a few long, low strides closer. Antares had last seen her on an.. unsettling note for himself, true, his swift exit probably less than graceful, leaving plenty unsaid. Maybe he didn't want to leave it on that note, but perhaps she did.. after that. A part of him wouldn't blame her but if that was the case, something in him spurred to find out for sure. Keyni..? he asked as he stepped forward, tail low but ears tall--a hawkish bearing to his eyes that searched her over, but not because he was intending to pressurize the situation.

He was unsure if he was about to tread into hostile territory, so he kept reservations about himself in his every fiber--openly cautious because he knew her, and.. didn't want there to be this distance, though it was not all for him to decide.