After exploring Wheeling Gull Isle with Vienna, Sumayl bid her goodbye, parting ways with her. He didn't know if she intended to go straight back to The Sunspire, or if she, like him intended to explore more before heading back. Sumayl knew she probably would have been game for exploring more, she didn't exactly strike him as the type to turn down the opportunity to hone her Outrider skills, but he wanted to track some of the herds this far North East, which in terms of it's position from The Sunspire was probably actually South, or South East. Despite that the Ostrega was getting into territory that he was inherently unfamiliar with, he wondered how far he could stretch a hunt, and what kind of distance it was to get a kill back to The Sunspire. It was sort of an unspoken rule of thumb that they didn't venture
too far from pack lands, especially in the case that they started to encroach upon the hunting grounds of other packs. There were some packs that didn't care as long as you weren't hunting
in their territory, and then there were the others that were territorial of their claimed lands
and the free territories touching their pack lands. On one side of the coin Sumayl felt that, that was a little extreme but he couldn't exactly say with any sort of confidence that if
he was an Alpha and he knew that another pack was hunting the same herds he was that he wouldn't be a little angry about it, as well.
Sumayl had been following the sounds of the nearby lake, letting it be his guide towards it, figuring that while he abandoned the idea of potentially hunting this far away from The Sunspire that he might as well pause to get a drink and rest up a bit before he headed back. He'd woken early, still into the grasp of night eager to get a head start. The sun would be rising soon, if the descent of the moon was of any indication, and for a second the Ostrega paused in his steps, having finally reached the banks of the lake he'd been seeking, his attention too focused on the sky to notice that he wasn't alone. It was only when golden gaze lowered did he see her silhouette across the way from him. Whether she had yet to notice him or not he stayed silent and still, black, leathery nostrils flaring to test the air, determining that she was a lone wolf.
Sumayl's gaze shifted from her to the right and then to the left, seeking out the scent of the male that her coat carried heavily, before assuming (whether he was right or wrong) that perhaps her companion had gone hunting. A low chuff of greeting left the golden outlaw then, breaking his previous silence.
