Lost Creek Hollow wish i could prove i love you.

Somewhere, albeit distantly, he became aware that he was not alone in the dense wood. This grasped at his attention not unlike a snare, something about the tension that rose in the atmosphere around him tempted him to take note of his next steps. It was not the threat of danger that loomed over him but rather one of interest, though he had yet to entirely place what his focus was on. He left the cover of the tree he had been against, abandoning the natural camouflage of the late autumn to continue his way forward.

No more than a few steps further did his eyes narrow, ears slicking back to rest against the curve of his head as he tested the wind. Nothing. He huffed to himself before going more vocal, calling out with a sharp bark. He knew he wasn't alone in the area, but where was this other? Someone was playing games, or so he thought, and his tail rose to wave through the air. Olly olly oxen free?