Herbalists' Cache [m] tejano blue

His suspicion was confirmed; had she caught his scent on the breeze, as he had hers? It seemed improbable. Perhaps she had been in the area longer than he'd realized. The logistics threatened to give him pause, so he pushed them forcefully from his mind. What had she to gain from lying about this?

(Him? He ought to be flattered.)

A part of him noticed that she gave him no name in return; he wanted to know it, but he allowed himself to be distracted for now. He took another careful step forward, his nostrils flaring to take in more of her tantalizing scent.

"What can I do for you?" he asked. He pleaded. He knew, he thought — but he was just a little nervous. He'd never done this before. And what if he was wrong? He didn't want to assume and make an ass out of himself.