Heal The Soul [Seumas]

His bark did the job of alerting the newcomer to his presence. Those purple eyes jolted upwards to meet his own and she smiled in response. Now that she was up close, Seumas could see that she was quite small in stature. With a scent which spoke to the male's nose with the scents of a blend of different herbs and different wolves, Seumas could guess that she was a part of a pack and possibly some sort of medicine wolf.

As she paused to greet him, Seumas leapt down from his perch to land just behind the female. He shook out his fur quickly and caught up to walk alongside her. It was a strange sensation to match his steps to someone shorter than himself. It reminded him of younger siblings, born the year after himself. He imagined that he would have even more little brothers and sisters now.

The female's accent tugged at his memories. His older family members spoke with a similar lilt - although not exactly the same. The language of his heritage was where he got his name - 'Seumas'; in the tongue more commonly spoken here would be 'James', he was quite sure.

"Good morning to you too. Yes, I am. I thought the view from up here might be worth it." he said, pausing to clear his throat. "What brings you here?"