Redsand Canyon Let that lonely feeling wash away

The call was indeed heard. The illusive Rache-bastard caught the howl that rang through the canyon, calling him to her as he made no effort to close the distance quick. It had been quite some time since he had been here in the wilds, coming and going was his game, forever wandering until something catches his fancy to remain a little while longer than usual. Has he changed during his time away? Hell if he knows, he was getting older, that much was sure. 

Eventually, the young man did stumble upon the pretty little thing. Sandy in colour, with large ears. He assumed her to be fragile, and so far, he was unaware of the girl's blindness - for now. Sliding up next to her, just out of biting distance, he smiled casually and let his silver tongue do its thing. I've never met a witch before. A simple ice breaker, to test the waters and see what kind of woman she was before he dove in further.