Turning his chiseled features away from scent he moved away from the copse of trees and directly toward lands he knew to be inhabited by scent alone. The respectful thing to do would have been to wait patiently, or announce one’s presence but Atlas had no intention of either. He wasn’t the patient type. There was no way he was ever going back the way he came, so there was no point in stopping. Helovia was stuck with him now.
OOC: I left this short because I thought maybe shorter posts might move faster. Sorry my entrance post is crappy still working him out.