The object of his fleeting affections charged him unexpectedly before reeling to wind herself against a twisted and gnarled log, forgotten by time itself. She looked on him with fear, and a handsomely arched brow was the response he offered her. Did she really think he was going to harm her?

Well, to any more than her reputation at least.

He quietly chuckled at her polite words and disheveled appearance. She was a hard worker from the looks of it, nobody could deny that, unlike he, who tended to take a much more lax approach to his role amongst the pack that had allowed him back into their warm embrace - the scent of cedar soaking into his very pores. There was no denying the scent he now carried, laced strongly of Borden, for those who would recognise it, and the more pleasant (to his mind at least) aroma that simply was Jayse.

Not to miss the opportunity again, to at least put a name to her pretty little face, Valiant, ever the gentleman, took it upon himself to begin with the introductions that should have been made on their last encounter. “Valiant.” Pure, simple, painless.

Of course there were far less honourable intentions behind his visit to the heavily patrolled domain that was ruled over by the dark queen herself, but he was far enough from pack borders to not draw too much attention to himself, or her, or whatever may pass between them on this lovely late autumn day.