Broken Antler Fen mutuus

after his last successful ( at least it was successful in his mind ) trip along the borders roswell feels emboldened and thinking that he has more tools in his arsenal since listening and observing how teya handled pyr; his steps mime the confidence that he feels. it settles in his chest, buoying him. a stranger's scent hangs on the stretch of borders that roswell approaches, and call rises through the air. shivering with excitement, roswell hurries forward with the hopes he'd be the first to intercept the stranger.

feeling like he's in luck, he does not note teya or eljay or anything else having beat him. thus, he lets out a low chuff of greeting; golden champagne gaze studying the dark pelaged stranger; trying to play it cool, calm and collected.