Deepwood Weald Stealthy Steps

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon for the day, Shisen breathed in that crisp air. Every scent told a story, and today heralded the coming of Spring, despite the leftover tang of winter. He could smell the melting ice, the plants waking from their months-long slumber, the decomposing leaves beneath his feet, and the sky's ponderous thought of future rain. The sounds of the forest were soothing, and he picked his way silently amongst the roughage, most creatures barely able to hear his approach.

That was just as he preffered it. He'd already eaten for the day anyway, he wasn't looking for any meals, but honing his skill was something he did constantly. He couldn't afford to let his guard down or take any missteps. Practice kept one ready for anything at a moment's notice. His deep red eyes scanned the area, figuring it best to find a good hole to call home for the evening before moving on at sunrise. His senses told him that, while he was nearish to pack territories, he was far enough that he'd seldom come into contact with any of his kind, at least today. 

But one never knew what would drop into their lap at any moment...