Golden Glade don quixote

it was a harsh looking older man he laid eyes upon, nearly too late to avoid him.

an autumn storm, handsome in a sad sort of way. tracker knew better than to stray into the path of an angry man, but he was also prepared to extend his services beyond the sovereign leader.

especially to one as silently lurking as this one.

a soft chittering sound in the back of his throat.

need an extra set of paws?