Deepwood Weald cross straight lines going where the wind blows

Deirdre may or may not still jump in!

The feeling of being watched only increased as he walked, and Remmy found his gait dwindling until he realised he was barely even moving. He had froze to the spot, one paw extended before him as his hackles raised instinctively. Slowly, his orange gaze glanced from tree to tree, looking for the source of his paranoia. It was only when a scent of another drifted his way and the stranger revealed himself that Remmy became unstuck.

He scuttled backwards in fright a few steps, shoulders hunched and tail tucked, before looking up to the man with wide eyes. To his relief, the stranger seemed friendly enough at first glance, not a particularly massive wolf, with slim limbs and a fluffy, stormy-grey coat. His question was met with silence for a moment before the boy managed to utter a, "w-well, sir." Though it was clear he was far from it.