The soft pad of hooves over the thickly packed ground was humming over the mid winter ground. The particular patch of earth the deer had fallen upon was bare from the lack of snow but was also barren to the sweet relics of baby grasses springing forth, only giving way to stone and other rough particles the stag had no longing to consume. Instead he traveled lightly, moving on to a new area in hopes of something he could feed upon, feeling his stomach rumble pitifully. Golden velvet ears swiveled in every which direction making sense to his alert stature while his teal tinted eyes darted about as well.
They locked on nothing.
The life of a rogue was both rewarding and difficult. Living without a herd only subtracted from one's lifespan with the seclusion of protection from predators as well as one wise in the art of healing. However, it was easier to flee from wolves and other such canines without having an entire herd running beside you away from the same animal. Plus the freedoms of not being tied down with any particular duty was also rewarding. All in all it had its good points and its bad but nothing would stray Cavan from the life of exploration he had crafted for himself. The Irish bred deer writhed in pleasure at the scent of freedom wafting about him.
Without warning a new scent crossed his path causing the strong stag to pull to a stop and put his muzzle to the air. It was not known to him. On closer observation he noted the smell to be female and lone and slowly he approached, driven by the loneliness that a rogue had to endure. It was natural for the species to be reclusive toward their own kind and only came together during Anlach, but despite this he had bouts of times where the only thing he wanted was to see a friendly face. It had been long since he had last seen Nariel so naturally he was eager to meet the stranger.
