Blackfeather Woods I tell a tale

The underground, it was very... quiet. It had a sort of calming tone to it. To Mikasi, it was very likeable. It was like the troubles were washed away. He could actually have time to lay down and think about life.

 But as soon as he started enjoying the silence, a growl broke it. It became louder and louder. Closer and closer. The man stood it his paws, fur bristled and in a fighting position. What was coming towards him was unknown, so he didn't know if it was friendly or not. Ears pulled back and a snarl forming, he was ready for something to jump at him.

 As the sound came near, things became more clear. There was a darker form, a wolf. A wolf with the scent of Blackfeather. His ears shot up and his muscles were slightly relaxed, though he was still tense. He wasn't sure if he liked this girl's demeanor. He smirked as he lay eyes on her somewhat annoyed form. "Didn't anyone tell 'ya not to sneak up on people like that? You'll give someone a scare, sweet'eart." He tilted his head to the side. "You look like you came 'ere to rip someone's face off or 'somethin." The female did indeed look like she was having a bad time.