Lost Creek Hollow Joining

There seemed to be a miscommunication between them, but he understood the premise for the most part. His brow furrowed thoughtfully as he tried to find a way to convey that he did not mean for her to go after the feline. But he came up short in the first few fleeting moments of silence following the fade of her voice and cast his gaze out to the forestry around them.

"We don't have plans to go after it," he said, once again slowly. Every word punctuated. He didn't know if it would get across verbally, but his tone may have worked. "We just want to keep our home safe from it. It's already attacked three of us," and for all he knew, it may have been coming around on a fourth, or even fifth. It was a morbid strain to go and get lost on but it lingered for a moment and he felt the urgency closing back in on him.

He moved along. "If it comes here, we will fight it." Ilya had been attacked well outside of the territory he had discovered. Luke had been as well. The only time the feline had seemed brave enough to come close to their territory had been when it had come at him, though he thought it to be following the coyote. He knew nothing of the arrangement between the tripod canine and the argent beast.