The Bracken Woods Where Shadows Lie

Pop!

Then a yawn.

The male's obsidian head snapped to attention, breaking his reverie. He placed his paw back on the earth, sharp pale eyes scanning the darkness that enshrouded him. He was not alone.

The man remained in stillness, senses on high alert. He could barely, barely make out a figure through the curtain of blades - they were jet in color, perfect for concealing oneself within the confines of these ancient woods. Nose searched for a scent, anything to identify more about the other. One of his kind, yes; male. Little else came his way.

For now, the recluse stayed silent, closely scrutinizing his companion. Would he be discovered? he mused. Though he didn't welcome company, he wouldn't dismiss it, either - at least not right away.