The wood had proven to be a fruitful place filled with tall trees that stretched overhead and shaded the earth from all things hot and shining. Animals had scuttled about beneath the underbrush and the paths that stretched between the trunks of the great fixtures were astounding. Tadec had found his home; he had found the ideal place for a family – for a future – and he was not about to let it be released from his spirit yet. The halfling coywolf had ventured out and beyond the wild wood and into the stretch of open terrain that had led him to the caldera. There, he sniffed for signs of others and found only one that carried a strong enough aroma to be present; the thief sought them on long broomstick limbs.
 
When the rawboned creature had closed the space between himself and the other wolf, he noted the coloration from afar. The other male was painted in a handsome coat of charcoal with an accented white tip to his tail. The stars that glittered overhead made the other appear as though he had been collected from them and had plummeted to earth to land where he was. Tadec was enthralled. He moved on limber legs toward the other and when he had drawn near enough, he withdrew his breath at the sheer size of the other wolf. It appeared that the stranger was viewing his former home – the heavens – and had made a position of relaxation for himself there.
 
Tadec yipped a soft sound to signal his presence and the tip of his tail twittered in a feline manner. Small and slight in his build, the coywolf moved to a position where he could converse with this starfell creature.

The dark wolf stirred from his resting place, causing the coywolf to teeter where he stood on the length of his spindled limbs. Once the other had found his footing, he offered a gentle wavering of his tail that allowed for the halfling creature to feel moderately more at ease. His anxious trepidation seemed to linger in the air, but Tadec was willing to speak to this creature who looked like a great fox. The darkness of his coat was entrancing to the thief; he roamed the body of the other male with a sharp look before he dipped his muzzle and offered a shriveled smile on thin lips.
 
“Greetings, homba. Come to search… the stars?”
 
The accent on his tongue was thick. Hedgerow had never been a strong point of his ability to communicate with others. He often lacked the tact that many possessed, but he was capable of appearing kindly and genuine in his fumbled words. The other wolf had appeared to be waiting for some conversation to be stuck. Tadec found this a difficult task, but he opened up with what he could and retained the gentle smile on his narrow muzzle.

The dark male seemed quite lax in his body language and responses. It was enough to put the moonlighter at ease for a short while. The tension in his shoulders dropped, though he maintained eye contact with the fox-like man. It seemed as though they shared a common ground in the expanse of sky that stretched overhead. While Tadec was not fully fluent in Hedgerow, he could make out enough of what Phox had said to muddle through the conversation without causing great offense to the other. As though he sought the same answers, the spindly crow cast his bronze gaze toward the heavens. A gentle sigh escaped his dark and leathery lips. 

A question was cast to him. Tadec pulled his sights from the nebula above and returned it to the other male with curiosity. He was not certain how to respond to the inquiry to provide accurate details for what had been asked. There was a passage that took place at his narrow limbs, like a horse ready for show. ”Tadec is not from here. Tadec lives near. This one was searching for new home to claim for family,” he offered with a shriveled smile. Then, the dark coywolf canted his head just slightly to the left and his gaze glimmered at the fox-like creature before him. ”Your home?” he then returned. The tone behind the words was laced with a genuine interest.