Sleepy Fox Hollow Rockabye [m]

More and more wildlife seemed to be returning lately. The storm spooked a good portion of fair game out of the Teekon Wilds, but they did not disappear for too long, returning in droves. Where they all ran off to, he could not say, seeming to appear from the woodwork. He even spent his afternoon heckling those out in the wilds further inward to be preyed upon by his brethren. Tatsuya was successful in corralling some of them. As for whether they would stay here – close to claimed lands – was up for debate. The wolverine chased after his prey more out of practice than any desire to make a kill. True, bringing back a deer would earn him brownie points, but he felt the timing was not right. Perhaps when they laid claim to some other region...
INDENTThis is what drew him to the granitic faces east of Ouroboros Spine. His pack mates had thrived in the Spine, which was part mountain and part land...Nothing as craggy as the slopes before him. Tatsuya has never lived on a mountain before. Not like those riddled along the Sunspire anyway. Numerous packs have gathered at the base of these impressive elevations, obstructed from those who would usurp them from their homes. Funny thing is, yet another pack resided along this very mountain range themselves, so the packs down here were not exactly protected by sneaky sieges under night. Why his thoughts went to sieges and fighting was because of a familiar, unwelcome scent pervading his senses. Burke – or charmingly nicknamed 'maggot' by Tatsuya – was nearby. His claim was strong and it was backed by many. Tatsuya did not wander any closer to measure their precise numbers. As much as he may have wanted to, the wolverine was not stupid enough to engage a wolf on his own land. Despite coming upon Burke's habitation, he would report back to @Tonravik. If the she-bear intended to claim an area around here, it would be best to know of their neighbors in advance.
INDENTTatsuya sat upon a salient stone overlooking Burke's umbrageous woods. So long did he stare upon the cluster of trees did his eyes slide shut and he drifted off into dreamless sleep. Three hours passed and he awoke with a jump. Ugh. One of those falling dreams again. What a pain. Those always spooked him awake without fail. This time, however, he was thankful to be free of the sandman's spell; night has fallen and he had plenty of land to cover going back to Moonspear. The Epsilon has not slept well since the twister, but to sleep out in the open like this was not wise. As if I can help it.
INDENTStretching and yawning, Tatsuya examined the area with hawkish eyes. As he did this a flicker of movement out the side of his eye made him go rigid; a pale creature traveled down an unsmooth gradient. One that was certain to leave her hurting. Through gaps of rock and bramble, he stilled to avoid detection. Tatsuya could blend easily with the darkness. To any who would look upon him now might think he was a boulder, but his vulcan orbs moved as the wolf did, trained upon her like prey. There was nothing inherently evil in his glassy eyes; his optics were famous for their intensity, not for any malevolence behind them.
INDENTThe wolf – a child, from what he could see – laid upon a meadow fed by Otter Creek. An inky critter with white draped across it's shoulders stood watch over her prone form. Was that...was that a bird? Fascinated, Tatsuya descended the cool stones, paws greeting springy earth once more. Gently, stealthily, he made his way over to the snowy child...Her nighttime defender wasted no time in spotting him, cawing urgently to wake Potema. Tatsuya cringed at the grating sound which had silenced the symphonic grasshoppers momentarily. Damn. You are loud for such a tiny thing. Cover blown, there was nothing else he could do aside from stand as still as possible, watching, waiting for sleeping beauty to rouse from her sleep.