Told The Witch Doctor I Was In Love With You

Kassander had been traversing the snow-blown length of the steppe with Rommel hunting for the small prey animals that they could catch alone, but he'd separated from the fox a short time back after they had reached the decision that they'd have better luck alone. It turned out that he certainly had, having flushed a little flock of ring-neck pheasants and managed to take down two of the gamebirds. He carried the glossy birds with him as he trotted back along the border on his way back to the rest of the pack. If they were lucky, Rommel had his own luck and they could share the bounty with the others.

A faint scent managed to overpower the scent of the bloodied partridges for a moment, stopping the male dead in his tracks and nearly glazing his eyes over. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd been around a female in heat, but here alone in the vast whiteness, with the ache of loneliness he'd gotten used to years ago, yet so proud of himself as he strolled along with his double kill... it caught him completely unprepared. He swallowed hard, drawn to face the scent despite himself. It came, he thought, from the border, swept to him by the wind. But... he couldn't be sure it was on the correct side of the border, and the female hadn't called to announce herself so... surely it was his duty to investigate? He was a healer, not a fighter, not anymore, but... the scent brushed his senses again. Perhaps he should investigate after all.

It took only a few moments of following that enticing scent before the dark form was visible. A few more as he approached before he realized the strange lump on her back was some sort of lemur, much larger than Remy. He faltered a few steps, suddenly wondering what the hell he was doing but it was too late to turn around and get someone else or it'd look like he was running away which he really desperately wanted to do but oh gods...

The internal monologue ground to a screeching halt and he came to a stop before her. It took him a moment to realize he was staring wide eyed but completely silent at her, having been instead drinking in both sight and scent of the stranger. Flushing hotly at the realization he quickly dropped the pheasants in the snow. "H-hello. Can I help you?" He really, really wanted to help her.