tracking for now, as i'd rather have marina pop in after the news is broken down

Michael wasn't sure what exactly had motivated him towards the railroad tracks that day. Perhaps it was just that he wanted to take a go at exercising his legs, or maybe he was just really eager to see if there was a new joiner around. Really, he hadn't had a reason in place. His paws had just been carrying him, absentmindedly, as he wandered through the territory, head in the clouds. Such was hardly a rare occurrence, but it had been happening more and more often as his injuries healed, since all of the frantic energy pent up in his body from constant resting was urging him forward, eager to get away from the indoors and away from sleeping all the time. However, when the bobcat eventually found himself nearing the railroad tracks as usual, he found a new and strange scent entering his nose. Not the scent of Tanglewood – no, he had become acquainted with that in the past, unfortunately – but rather the scent of blood, dried and slightly old. Lifting his head, the male was snapped from his thoughts, a frown curling upon his muzzle as he padded the last bit of the way forward. There was a bit of hesitation in his limping step, mainly worried that perhaps the dire wolf beast had returned to finish he or Roxie off for good. After all, it wasn't as if there hadn't been plenty of dried blood upon the creature, and whatever this new thing was, it kind of smelled similar.

However, when the male finally emerged out to the tracks, he wasn't sure if the scene before him was better or worse than the dire wolf being back. It wasn't as if Goldie and Sam were doing anything incredibly scandalous, really. For all he could see, they were just sharing a loving embrace, which they were totally within their rights to do. However, the moment felt so unnervingly intimate that Michael immediately wanted to recoil away, overwhelmed by the emotions on display. He wasn't a huge fan of grand intimate gestures when they involved him, so he certainly wasn't the type of peeping Tom to cheer on the happy couple. In fact, he heavily considered just turning around and leaving right away so that he wouldn't have to deal with any of the awkward fallout of being here. However, his ever scanning gaze soon picked up on something. The scarring on Sam's leg. That must've been where the smell of dried blood came from. The wound looked fairly fresh, even if she had been patched up, and he found himself frowning sharply at it, somewhat in worry and just the faintest hint of disgust, although he hid it well. Hesitating for a moment, Michael took a deep breath inward before clearing his throat to make himself known, staying half in the treeline so that it was clear he could leave at a moment's notice. Once he had their attention, he spoke softly, "Goldenluxury...? I don't mean to interrupt anythin', but do you want me to get Idyllfields?" He really didn't want to piss off Goldie, since she intimidated the shit out of him, but he thought maybe she'd be more pissed if he didn't at least try to help, in some way.