Jade Fern Grove taste the dreams of distant lives

I hope you don't mind me and Juju! :p I'd be up for a trade thread! c:

Jorunn's focus had been on his earning the warden trade and ...little else. Beyond that he had yet to give much thought towards the two other trades he could hold and which he would choose. Would things not have happened they would have he might have claimed Outrider (or rather screamed it) without any second thought or hesitation. Now, however, there was a hesitation towards taking that on as a trade. He was not afraid to explore ...but in truth he had little desire to currently leave the safety of the Grove, which likely had everything to do with the glimpse of the bear he'd seen. He felt the press of guilt that he had not spoken up about it, but given his monochromacy couldn't say that it hadn't been anything more than a large or distorted shadow, and it had not been close when it had passed, either. Or surely Bazi would have noticed it, though he was under the impression that she was aware of the bears that roamed the area, or else she wouldn't have made her threat.

With her and Scimitar, so long as he did all that he was asked, he was safe. He was welcome. His stomach had given a slight rumble and he had stepped away from his patrols (which he realized should have likely been done with an adult present) to chase down a rabbit. He'd eaten his fill and tucked away the rest of it into a little self made cache figuring that maybe someone else might need a snack, or could use the bones or whatever they did with the leftovers. He'd shoved the last bit of dirt over the hole he'd dug, prancing on the earth to pack it down when the noise of something falling into water. It was a small noise — not a whole body but it'd caught Jorunn's attention, nevertheless.

Cautiously he moved towards the noise, shrugging through the monotone colored plants, Caribbean blue eyes with rings of silver around the pupils studied the undefined mass of gray as the sunlight hit his eyes, causing the boy to squint as he worked to make out the finer details that he could only decipher if he was closer. The figure was not that of a bear, that much he knew, and the scent was of the Grove and wolf, but it was not one that Jorunn readily recognized. “Hey,” The teen greeted the older male, with a hint of suspicion. “What are you doing?” He asked, pausing by the outskirts of the area, not wanting to ghost forth just yet.