Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

Mystified. Vandal didn't know what to think as he continued watching the female, a confused expression taking over his face as she seemed to have consumed about half of the fruit, cold sapphire eyes stared out from the darkness of the foliage as she then used the side of her teeth to grate through the apple. How...weird.

Dark gray ears arched forwards as the female called out in a stern voice, his body tensing slightly as her words rang within his ears. His cover had been blown. Well, it wan't like he was trying to conceal his presence in the first place, so the brute merely rolled his shoulders and allowed a smile to make its way across his muzzle before pushing himself out from the edges of the forest. Large white paws stepping into the light, his bulky form now revealed from the shadows as he approached the female, the light from the opening now cast down upon him. She wanted him out and he was now out.

”Startle you, did I?” The beast's lips curling into a smirk as his sapphire eyes observed the female, his stare glancing down to the half gnawed apple at her paws, ”Didn't mean to.” White and gray tail swaying behind him as he came to a halt, some distance to the female, ”Apples. Really?” He rose a brow, a pearly fanged smile sprawling its way across his muzzle, a new found amusement glinting within his eyes.