Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

The forest remained as quiet as it had been moments ago. He was almost ready to move on and dismiss the feeling as his imagination, when a crow startled him out of his observation. His head lifted to the sky to find the bird landed in a tree, once more he almost dismissed it before he found the mirrored green gaze looking at him. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and raised a brow at the canid.

"Interesting hidding spot." His accent flowed thick and heavy, his command of the common tongue was impressive, but he couldn't shake the northern accent. Perhaps with time spent in these Wilds Siarut could soften his tongue a little more.