Swiftcurrent Creek This ain't nothin' new to me

Had she voiced her opinion of his springtime madness. The dark man would have laughed himself silly. It was not that he was trying to impress anyone. No, his was more to get the impression of someone out of his head. The punish himself for the absolute fuckery that he had joined in on the sea shore. He should have told that female no, and he shouldn't have went back. Though, he supposed it was a learning experience and one he shouldn't shirk on. Sometimes a painful lesson, was the best teacher. 

He also definitely wouldn't have taken it personally had she told him to go the other way or get lost. He was fairly keen in his movements to know when his presence was wanted or needed and didn't take offense when it wasn't.

Though for the time being a scent caught his attention and he veered towards the scent of prey. Long legs taking off from the border. Though not far. It smelled like winter hen. If he could possibly route them out, it could go towards the she wolf, Moss. He hiked a leg along a tree while he searched.