Sumayl didn't leave the Sunspire Mountains and had no actual desire to go into the other regions of the Teekon Wilds. Wanderlust wasn't something that the Ostrega would have claimed to have, despite that he had left Takalv and Harlyn having decided that he needed to try the “out on his own” thing. After all, he had reached the age of sexual maturity and though he would be forever grateful for their foster parents and what they had done for him and his siblings but there came a time when it was time to leave the proverbial nest. Sumayl had reached that point and after saying his farewells he had departed with the knowledge that he would probably never return. As far as he was (currently) aware none of his siblings had yet to follow him — or perhaps he conceded that they had merely he had yet to stumble across them. The Teekon Wilds were fairly vast, after all. He hadn't even covered anywhere near half of the Wilds yet, though he wasn't quite the Outrider he had once fancied himself to be as a child. Sumayl wasn't a home body, per-say but once he found a place to call home, no matter how tentative it was, he tended to not stray too far unless he was told too. The aspiring Gamekeeper was only out and about to work on earning his trade.
Lithe body moved swiftly through the trees, across the terrain littered with the leaves that had turned colors and fallen to the earthen floor in autumn debris. They crunched under foot, releasing the familiar, spicy aroma of autumn, a distinctive scent from any of the other seasons. Sumayl had been followed the fragrance of poorly stashed meat, unable to help the guilty feeling pooling in his stomach like ice that, technically, raiding a cache made by another animal was cheating the system. Anyone could dig up a hastily and poor cache and steal the meat from inside it like a thief; but Sumayl excused that thought by assuring himself that when push came to shove the ones at the top of the food chain needed to ensure, at any measures, even if it meant stealing — and that he intended on actually hunting something. Golden gaze went to the female automatically, his steps ceasing, as Sumayl watched her gulp down the meat. Of course he wouldn't have been the only one to catch it's scent on the wind. “Shit,” The Ostrega hissed lowly, knowing that it wasn't like he could claim, falsely, that the meat stored there had been his — and even if he were too it didn't matter anyway. It was already down her gullet. The fact of it was she had beaten him to it and now he'd have to hunt something extra to make up for the loss of the free meat. For a moment Sumayl watched her as she kept going then, and struck with the idea that two were better than one when it came to hunting he leapt out of the cover of thick, tangled bushes he'd been watching from, and made to follow her calling out, “Hey, wait!” in the hopes of getting her attention to inquire his proposal.