Totoka River Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;

As the islander drew in nearer, a body came to match the scent of the woman he had been following. A timbered woman, with a scruff of silver and unremarkable pale, sanded eyes. She was nothing particularly striking in the least bit and yet, her scent drew him in... She drew herself nearer, too. 

Weary of the mainlanders and her odd smell, it shown in the youth's features: brow knitted, wide-eyed and head tilting. Yet his dominant nature prevailed all the same. His tail high and flagging, erect and sharply watching her as he danced around her, sniffing and prodding his muzzle into the thick of her ruff.