Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

Kynareth's paws carry him past his pack borders — not an unusual occurrence for the brindled brute — to scout just beyond their pack lands. He’s always vigilant and always like to be aware of who might surround them. Especially with all of the territory the Saints unofficially claim, everyone works overtime ensuring no strangers pass through, or even close, to them. 

Yet today, even though he’s been agitated lately — a lack of death and mayhem — he walks calmly out of his borders and aimlessly wanders up, up, up a shy mountain. Until he sees another. A woman, he knows this by the breeze wafting her scent his way, of agouti patterns and not so hidden strength.

Twin suns for eyes brighten with interest and the Grandmaster slows as he allows himself to guess what she’s doing. Such a calm aura about her, he wonders if she’s meditating or some other thing normal wolves do when they don’t have crazy shit to worry about like him. 

He approaches further, surely she’d be able to hear him now, hesitant to interrupt her he offers a low chuff to announce his presence. “You seem new. Haven't seen you around here before.” The man points out uselessly but conversationally. A smile tilts his lips upwards, contorting his face handsomely, he allows his golden orbs to take in her appearance fully before he settles his gaze on her own eyes.