Phantom Hollow void

His tufted, torn ears swivelled as he listened, his frown deepening as he was only met with silence. Of course, he blamed the forest itself for not providing any noise. His hearing was in perfect condition. No way had age taken it's toll on...

...wait, what was that? Rhanno shot up straight as a twig snapped somewhere, a usually soft sound that became a thunderous noise in the deafening quiet of these woods. His nose twitched, muscles tense and ready to spring into action should he need to run. The elder wasn't an easy sort to scare, but this forest unnerved him, and he wasn't keen on sticking around to see what lurked within.

A scent came to him, foreign and young and female. What would usually cause him to smile instead sent a shiver down his spine for some reason, and the Dotharan suddenly was fed up with this stupid woodland. He turned, paws whipping up the slight fog that had settled upon the ground as he made to go back the way he came before a large, pale figure entered his peripheral vision. Without meaning to, the elder gave a startled yell, a shaky, feeble sound that betrayed his age. He quickly replaced it with a snarl and, hackles bristling, started towards the ghostly form before the unmistakeable scent hit him. "Lavakho!" he exclaimed, almost if the boy's name was a swear, followed quickly by, "ki fin yeni!"