Nova Peak ❇ Sóóts'ii

the scent of white sage and sweetgrass tickles his nostrils, carried upon the wind ... announcing silatuyok's approaching presence before her call does. but vhagar waits, steps pausing as he pretends to survey the the in the guise of really letting her catch up to him. and she does with a wind whisper call.
his gaze moves to her, taking in the white fox pelt draped across her shoulders, the scent of cedar and some sort of flora he couldn't place mingling with her own scent.
silatuyok, he greets, her name a soft purl from his throat as he offers her his full and undivided attention.