PM me if I got some details wrong; I was primarily basing his appearance on what you have in his profile description, and I was assuming that the bottle was somewhere in his proximity.
The sap from the consistent maples in the region had long since ceased their slow descending crawl down the base of rough barked trees, perhaps even frozen in place by the chill of the winter that was blessed upon the land. The very trees themselves were stripped with their fiery extensions, and only the gnarled, twisted limbs of the trees raised their branches to the sky, as if cursing the very winter of robbing them of their flourishing. Wanderlust for the Ayastigi seemed to be never enough, and the itch was far more apparent now than when she had originally been out living the rogue’s lifestyle in the wild. As if her adventures out of AniWaya lands hadn’t been enough to quench her satisfaction, she just had to keep going to pursue the wonder, knowledge, and experience that the world offered. Even at the dismay and frowning of Dawali seeing her run off yet again, she simply couldn’t contain herself. Ah, just blame it on the Spirit Guide, then, right? Jaya always had reason to lift up and soar somewhere else on a whim, and her equine, Aidan, was a bit antsy himself to linger in one place for too long.
There had been little detail behind the war that was brewing between the wolves and coyotes, so the Ayastigi made sure to drift through the regions where cover was granted and could be used to her benefit, and it was an overall grand idea all around to not be seen by one of the warring packs. First, for the sake of her own protection and safety, and second, Dawali would not be too thrilled to hear that not only did she run off again on adventures that would lead to nowhere, but also be consulting with one of the warring packs and be brought into the middle of it. As far as anyone knew (and to her knowledge), AniWaya had been on mutual terms with Inferni. That was the coyote clan, and from their infamous rumors and speculations, most didn’t particularly trust them. The Amara was no fool to ruin a treaty that her father had especially made, thus the reason why her prowling was kept secretive, stealth, and under as much cover as possible throughout these regions.
She had left her equine near a somewhat open clearing, to where he could attempt to graze at any vegetation beneath snow and ice. Jaya had been overhead, hopping from branch to branch, and soaring throughout the bare canopies of the trees. The tools to which the humans had left behind in their process of extracting maple syrup from these very lands were buried in ruins beneath the snow, and occasionally she would kneel down to inspect a particular tool. What was left might have been in ruins, but to herself, it was a gold mine of reusable resources. With her bow and arrows strapped to her back, she proceeded to pick through the debris here and there, collecting some little trinket of items she found could be of use in a wapiti elk hide sack that hung from her shoulder.
It wouldn’t be until rounding a bout of trees, that a peculiar smell filled her nose and make her muzzle crinkle. It was a smell that was just… pungent in nature. It was a tell-tale smell, however, one that was slightly distinctive from the bottles that she had collected for her cabin. Although this had a considerable reek to it, and lo and behold as she rounded the next tree, there had been an individual slumped against a hard barked maple. He was a mottled gray as it appeared, wearing blue jeans, a tattered wife beater, and something of a canvas jacket. The use of clothes never really struck her as something to catch onto, but these ones upon the male seemed to be worn out a little more than they should have. There were peculiar colors and designs on his jacket and bandana that caught her interest, and seemed to give him a little color. His head was in his hands, and it was obvious to the Ayastigi that this fellow might have had quite a good night (or quite a good couple days?) worth of drink in him.
She was a small thing, but not afraid to be a bigger individual than she was, as she stood hovering above right next to him as if she had known him well. His appearance did look indeed pathetic in this state, which caused her to spread her trademark smirk, but of course Asha could never be that rude. Jaya had perched himself upon a branch above them, his scrutinizing gaze staring hard at the male against the tree. The hawk brooded, giving an apprehensive sort of whistle. “Man, that’s got to be some pretty kickin’ stuff you have there. Y'think I could get a little taste?”
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