The cold continued to persist over the land, darkening the sky and keeping the feeling of spring at bay. The winds were picking up a little more, but not enough to bring pain or absolute discomfort. A welcomed reprieve for the golden man, whose tired body was now walking along the highlands. He was in need of another break from his pack lands, eyes weary and filled with worry for those such as Aelia since they were not feeling well.

Perhaps a change of scenery would help to dissuade his mind from such depressing thoughts. Large paws blindly carried him forward, nose suddenly picking up the scent of something sweet with the earthy smell of evergreen. No one he knew carried such a scent, so his interest became heightened. Was someone else here?

Cyrus soon had his question answered, spotting a young woman covered in a pelt of chocolate. Her eyes were that of the pale blue sky. Even more noticeable was the look of concern upon her face. You alright over there? You seem in distress. Cyrus kept himself at a safe distance, in case she was not the most welcoming of outsiders. But would assist as best he could if she so wished it. Such was the way of the desert man.