Blackfeather Woods [m] They’re looking for it

Sayf hadn't left the mesa since the queen died. He was worried what it would look like and, for a while, he truly wanted to stay close. But he was growing more restless every day, and as evening settled over the mesa, and he was dismissed from the priestess, he found himself traveling to the borders and disappearing into the shadows beyond. 

He wasn't sure what made him go to the woods. He had just been walking, letting his paws go wherever they wanted. And now he stood on the outskirts of the forest, staring up in to the trees. He thought he saw something move in the branches of the tree closest to him, and was suddenly taken over by a feeling of unease. He might have turned and left if he hadn't caught the angry man's scent on the breeze. And once he knew the giant was here, he ignored the warning bells in his mind and tracked him down. 

When he found the beast, he realized he had forgotten just how large he was. It sent a jolt of wariness thought his body that was quickly overwhelmed by the much stronger feeling of anticipation. He was starved for touch, and it was clouding his judgement. 

Sayf made a soft sound to alert the other man that was here before moving towards him with ears pressed back in submission. The hebsut bowed his head in greeting once he was close enough. He was at a loss for words; he couldn't seem to come up with a single thing to say, so he was quiet. He waited for the giant to dictate the meeting.