Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

He quickly marked his scent, small and almost insignificant in the more potent scents of those above him. It wasn't the border but seemed like an often marked mound on the moor.

His lifted his head after sniffing around for a few moments, spotting just the man he wanted.
His tail wagged in greeting as he called out a simple, "Hey!" To stop the man and hopefully bring him into his bubble.
He really wanted to spar and this guy looked sick, but so did Aningan so he'd probably have to spar with the polar bear too.

Stone, his crow, flitted off away from his as he approached Rosencrantz.