It is all too cold and gloomy for Fallon's liking. But she knows of a place that may very well be the warmest possible location for her to sun bathe. Lithe figurine picks her way through the Dunes, light paws sinking into the warm sands underfoot. For once, the Salem woman is clean -- free from the grime of the Bog that normally dirties her hide and conceals her scent. Today, she is feeling fresh and clean -- though it was anyone's guess as to how long this state may last. Reaching the Gorge, the grey woman finds a good-sized boulder upon which she may lounge, ascending the structure with her claws unsheathed. Satisfied with her pick, Fallon then dramatically collapses onto her back, underbelly warming under the sun as she stretches herself over the rock with great delight. Though her eyes are closed, she is aware of her surroundings, ears flicking idly every now and again as she soaks in the midday sun.

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He had found a rather damp mossy cave, along his travels through the gorge. Due to his desire to remain unseen and more so- unscented, he rolled in the moss, covering himself in the wet earthy-ness of the moss and the fungi mixed within it. He rolled until he could no longer scent himself, and wondered if that would be enough to allow him to travel along the gorge- leaving other unawares of his approach.

So as his fur dried, and the scent of moss, fungi, and wet rock clung to him, he walked silently through the gorge- careful to keep his feet light and his steps quiet. He spied a lioness, lying upon a rock, and so silently he attempted to approach her- trying to sneak up on her, speaking only when he drew close to the bottom of her boulder.

"You look cozy," Simple words, but he wasn't a male of many. Words enough to start a conversation, and he waits to see if he had indeed surprised her with his approach- did the moss truly block his scent?

@Fallon

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Fallon is ordinarily the scarer -- she is the one who cakes herself in the grime of the Bog and sneaks up on unsuspecting characters. Never has the role been reversed -- at least, effectively. Lounging in the sun, one forepaw resting on her belly, the Salem woman does not suspect that anything is amiss or that anyone is even remotely nearby. Apart from the few birds that caw overhead every now and again, it is eerily quiet. Perhaps a little too quiet. The hair on the back of her neck stands and Fallon's bright fuchsia gaze snap open as the sensation that she was begin watched heightens with every passing second. And though she is more alert, it still does not stop her from jumping out of her skin when she hears the deep masculine voice, just by her ear. "¡Mierda!" she hisses under her breath as the lithe figurine turns to lie on her soft white underbelly. She takes this moment to appraise the stranger -- a deep copper with a most mysterious dark mask on his masculine features. "And you could have let me continue to be cosy," she sniffs, perhaps upset that she had been surprised. That was her thing. Forepaws cross and Fallon's chin comes to rest delicately on them, appraising @Eskel with pointed judgment.

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It's a soft scoff that leaves him as the female was clearly surprised. So the moss works, and he's pleased to know that. He can't help the touch of a wry smirk that finds itself to his jaw, as he studies the female silently. He doesn't recognize the language of her curse, but gets the gist of it. She recovers nicely, as she stares down at him- and he looks up- content to directly meet her gaze.

"You seem awful at ease to be so cozy all alone," Not a threatening sort of words, at least he didn't intend them to be. They were merely an observation of sorts. He couldn't imagine what circumstance would lead a lioness to lay out so carelessly. Granted, she was in a high position and that would make those who wished to harm her work awful hard to get to her.

"Is that the purpose of this gorge, then?" A question, wondering if this gorge is made for nothing more than lions and lionesses sunbathing.

@Fallon

"Words"

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"Is that a threat?" Fallon perks up as @Eskel queries how she might be so relaxed being out in the open without a protector. Personally, it hardly sounds like a threat but Fallon would like to watch the dark and handsome stranger squirm under her judgment. She lowers her dainty head to lie on her paws again as the man begins to theorise as to what the Gorge might be for. She gives shrug of lithe shoulders and casts her bright fuchsia gaze outwards, inspecting the terrain that she had settled herself within. "It serves all and every purpose," Fallon replies nonchalantly, "it's what you make it." Grey woman rises then, though not without leaning backwards onto hind limbs to stretch out her front, "What's your purpose?" What made him tick? What would he do with territory like the Gorge?

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‘Is that a threat?’

The words bring a wry grin to his lips as he studies her. What would you do if it were? He questions, before chuckling. No, it is not a threat. Merely an observation. He didn’t make a habit of threatening ladies. He’s never had too. She seems to think the purpose of this gorge is for sunbathing, but with a critical eye he studies the land and then raises his gaze back to hers. I can see the potential in this land... It could make a good home. Not that he’d choose it as a home. With his luck he’d try to climb and fall due to his brawn.

He watches her rise and stretch, his eyes not leaving her- noting her every movement. It wouldn’t be a home for me, though. I prefer... a different type of land. He says, vague and without explanation.

What kind of home suites you?

@Fallon

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