The Bracken Woods what good is an idea if it remains an idea? try. experiment

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The cold had settled into the fallen leaves. He laid each heavy paw with precision to avoid the dry timber that littered the forest floor, but even still, a muted crinkle sounded from beneath his pads as the brittle leaves were crushed under his weight. He was not concerned; he knew that what sounded so loud to his ears did not carry far and was not likely to spook his quarry before he was able to detect its presence.

His hunt was interrupted by a bark. His ears were cupped forward with interest as he stiffened the idle sway of his tail and turned his lifted head to look toward the caller. It was a another male, a lean, gray agouti with blue eyes. Taggarik was quick to note the nonthreatening posture and the amiable sweep of the fellow's tail, which he in turn mirrored as he settled into an approachable, relaxed stance.

"You can ask, but I don't know the answer," he informed with a flicker of a grin at the corner of his mouth and a roll of his broad shoulders. "Somewhere you're trying to get to?" The black wolf himself had no destination, only a place he had left.