Redtail Rise fulvous

He turned his good side -- his unscathed cheek -- toward her as a knight in a duel might do with his escutcheon.

Wordless, he watched the soft flare of her nostrils as she noted his scent (he wondered if he still smelt of riverwater, though that had been a few days ago). Gavrel mirrored her.

She herself smelled of fox and others, and this only served to pique his curiosity about the lives lived beyond the scent border, cloistered further up the slopes. Something about this terrain -- jagged, old world, without compromise -- reminded him of home.

He glanced in the direction of pack land and tilted his head as if to signal this curiosity, though he kept his tail tucked and avoided eye contact, choosing instead to focus on a ruddy shoulder.