Cedar Sweep On your own time.

Mystery gave way to reality, revealing not a spectral hybrid but a long-legged and fair-furred wolf. Livered eyes upon her, Stjornuati discovered the reason for his mistaken identification was none other than the colors painted across her form, not dissimilar to the prey he had been tracking. Wolves of such vibrance were uncommon in the region of his natal pack, the reason of his intense gaze lingering upon the female's countenance.

Only when he had studied her to his content did the star eater step forward, peeling away from the depths of the forest to stand before her, ears thrust forward and attentive to her. With no forthright emotion that crossed his face and no display of power or station, Stjornuati regarded her for a moment before lifting his nose slightly, drawing in the scents that clung to her fur. Others, but not as fresh as the scent would be were she near her pack's lands.

Lightly, he also traced the scent of deer; she must have been tracking them as well, though his single-minded intent to chase the sýn had obscured his attention to the herd of prey. Eyeing her for a moment longer, Stjornuati turned, taking a step both towards her but also along the musked trail, the question and invitiation evident in his gaze.

Would she join him?