Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

The water chills his throat as the sun heats the dark fur of his back. Eyes squinted in the sunlight, he casually gazes at the horizon in front of him. He doesn’t even hear the other come closer to him — isn’t aware of their winged companion scoping him out either. 

That is until he hears a low bark that has him shifting his ears back and jumping up from his drinking position. He turns in this strangers direction, the sun gleaming off his heavily scarred face, and his eyes meet the most interesting sight. The markings on their face are absolutely too interesting not to gawk at and as he inspects them he sees the slight curl of their tail; he can’t help but smile. They look to be another halfbreed, or at least something like it. 

So he lets loose a casual chuckle and a sigh, not letting his guard down but being terribly casual about them sneaking up on him.

“Scared the shit out of me.” He comments with a twinge of playful humor. “Guess I’m getting old.” A shrug follows as he moves from the water with the slightest wag of his tail. Their scent is distinctly female and everyone knows Kynareth’s always happy to entertain a pretty lady. 

“You look dog.” He observes easily. “Nice to see another of my kind.” The Saint chuckles.