Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

Ah, he was right. Or, rather, his hopes had been founded. The dark ebon wove through the trees, marking their borders.
Hoping to return as if she'd never left.
He watched her intently, tail high, but not threatening. A quiet reminder he was the Overseer, though she'd know that from his scent anyway.
Derg licked his lips, striding towards her.
"I'm Derg," he replied. He didn't want to shit on her parade but giving her the off-hand 'I know'.
That would be rather rude.

He didn't know if she'd been given permission to venture out.
Perhaps.
"Spar with me, would you?"
He wasn't the demanding sort - usually.
He wanted to see if she deserved to return. After her scent had faded so.