if only later

Having found himself pulled to the orchard more than once lately, Carthage wandered around the area aimlessly, mostly just looking to kill some time. Wanting out of Erovrare for a moment for a little bit of air away from his brother and the others, he appreciated the time he had to take for himself. The scent of another lingered, but Carthage wasn't too concerned. It wasn't a scent he recognized from Erovrare, but it didn't matter. This wasn't pack lands so whoever it was  was safe... for now.

It seemed as though the longer he wandered, the stronger the scent of the other got. By the time he saw the silhouette of the other, he had already decided it was definitely a female, as the scent of stale heat wafted with her scent. It attracted him, definitely, although she was of little use out of season. It'd take a whole year to get her back into season, but it didn't matter. All it meant now was he could have a good time without any consequences, should she let him. When he came closer, he tilted his head a bit and stopped, seemingly waiting for her to notice him if she hadn't already.

Carthage was impatient however, and spoke before he cared to know if she'd noticed. "It's a nice day for a stroll, no?" His words were like slime, smooth but nasty. One could probably easily pick up that he had ulterior motives as he never really hid his emotions, but reading the man's mind was nearly impossible. There was never a real way to know what he was thinking, but with the way his eyes studied her frame, it was an easy guess for even the blind.