Honeyed Pasture [m] Moonflower

Keen eyes spotted the dark figure as they scanned the surrounding grasses. He was following a scent – that scent – and his curiosity for its originator could not be immediately dismissed. Hanze felt it was almost out of his control that he approach her.

With his own dark coat summoning attention like a beacon, he came to stand downstream of her, on the opposite bank. He looked at her across the water, muzzle lifted in a cursory attempt to gauge her reception to his presence in the area.