Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

frost laden, clad against his dark furs, he traversed the land. the air was sharp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the unmistakable trace of something... someone.
a woman!
feminine, soft, and warm against the chill of the evening. it lingered in the air like a whisper, weaving through the trees and across the open plain. his breath hung visible in the cold as he exhaled, nostrils flaring to catch the subtle shifts in the trail.
she was close.
as he approached, its gentle babble masking the sound of his movement. and there, bathed in the golden light of dusk, he saw her.
she moved with an unhurried grace, her song weaving through the stillness. faust stayed in the shadows, watching as she brushed her nose against the boulder, as if speaking to it.