Fox's Glade i wanna fall through the stars

It is not scent of prey that tickles his nose, nor does it come from the ground that seeks his attention. Instead, the same tickle she feels for him is noted and he blinks a few times before picking his head. Unlike her, he know what it is the moment it crosses his memory. Does his desire to return to the peak take so much of him, that he hallucinates her smell? Once or twice in his travels, he thought he’d once smelled her but it only lingered in the back of his mind. This, however, gives him pull to stop in his track and slowly turn to see the dark figure in the distance. 

Atlantis stares across the way, unwavering as he tries to make her out. Surely his mind is playing tricks and he has not misplaced his steps. He turns toward the mountain range to re-evaluate and decides it is not Moonspear he is near. Licking his lips, he turns back, and releases a low awoo in dark form’s direction. If she is a hallucination, then eventually she will perish, but for now he lingers on the hope that happenstance brings them together once more.