Jasper Rocks Let's Go

For @Rochus

It was the very first time Modesto had decided to get herself caught up within the forest to the north. From her home along the beach of the Lagoon, the cedar forest was a massive figure of green in the backdrop. Modesto was never much of a forest wolf. The liked the open sea and equally an open landscape.

Eventually, curiosity got the best of her and that was how she had made way here. Having skirted along the outside around the marsh, she drew herself inward at the sound of running water. The Jasper Rocks offered a small pool, fitted with a few fish who had gotten trapped in their journey downstream. It was just midday, so perhaps some fishing was in order...

Apologies for the long wait!

He had trekked westward from the Backwater's grounds, feeling the need to get a bit of distance and catch his breath. While it was good to be with his children again, it was stifling. Especially when he had to bow down to that boy of a leader. But he kept his tongue quiet and his scheming to himself. The long term goals were far more important than his desires in the now, even if he found himself to be in a sour mood most of the time.

Rochus steered himself toward the sound of running water, hoping to get in a quick drink before maybe looking for something to eat. The day was only half gone, and he was not planning on returning to the pack border's for a little while. He smelled her scent long before her dark grey form came into view. Evidently she had been drawn in by the sound of water as well.

His mouth was torn between a smug smile and a deep frown, ending up in some vaguely disgruntled expression even as one ear flicked forward with some curiosity. Part of him wanted to simply slip away without a sound, knowing full well what Modesto thought of him. But after pushing down his own wants since joining the Backwater, he finally decided to do something for himself.

"I'm surprised you haven't run off back home yet," he said simply while raising a single eyebrow at her, wondering if she would take the bait or just brush him off.

She could smell him far before she saw him. That familiar stench making her nose wrinkle and her orange eyes narrow as she lifted her head back up from her drink of water along the smooth rock-river. "Oh. It's you." Modesto spoke flatly whist looking him up and down, a tisk upon her lips as though disappointed just at the very sight of him. And she was that- disappointed. She had hoped her had not been dropped off here in these lands with them. However, that meant that this nuisance would be the problem of the Backwater now and not the Estuary. Good then.

"I plan to." She answered then with a shrugging of her slender shoulder blades. "And now I have a reason to even more." A sneer. She hated this wolf. Especially so because he saw through her in the same manner which she daw through him.