Nocturne Summit the spine can't decide between the earth and the sky

He follows the proud look of her face outward into the open, further up the mountain chain to the highest peak of them all. A slight nod of his head is all he offers in acknowledgment, thinking fondly of the range that surrounded his home. Sticking close to the range offers a sense of hominess—as much as he can get in a lonely world of a wanderer.
 
As she steps closer, he glances back in her direction and watches her approach. His nose twitches, absorbing the strength of her scent now that it is more accessible and he leans into the gesture, allowing a slight ruffle of his fur to offer the same in return. He has no other scents attached to him, not a trace of his former home, and follows it up with an indifferent shrug and shake of his head.