Noctisardor Bypass Sanctum

a creature of habit, a collector of details, stigmata threaded his way through these lands like a needle. he weeded and scraped, carving out paths of familiarity as he acquainted himself with every mound and green-stitch he came across. the amount of flora and fauna this time of year seemed boundless -- he couldn't possibly spoil after every trail or read the signs of every buzzing bush -- but the task was made necessary by a need to maintain his bearings through the unknown. stigmata would be a wolf hard-pressed to be caught unprepared.

apart from well-stocked, summer also left the world overly warm and bright. stigmata's dark coat did not make for comfortable long distances in this type of still weather; he moved swiftly for the shadows of the bypass, hoping to shelter until night when the drench of the sun could no longer oppress him.

he was slinking slow and cat-like by the water when the sight of a slim, pale figure stole his diligence completely. the wolf paused briefly: a peppered male caught between the socially curious nature of his species  and his own predisposition towards unfriendliness.

trying to  be as vaaaague as possible about his status with bcv -- sorry!