Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

With a slight sigh and a deep drawing of breath, Kastor tore himself away from the safe cover of the forest and loped down into the valley below. It certainly had seemed beautiful when he has first laid eyes upon its rolling green expanse, he just hoped it would prove as rich and as plentiful as it appeared.

His maw parted once more, searching for the distinct trails of rabbits or perhapse mice. To his relief, this new terrain seemed just as infested with critters as the forest had been. But there was something else. Kastor couldn't quite place the deep, heavy scent that lay underneath the surface. It was almost as if fear itself had acquired a smell, something so subtle yet strangely overpowering that even himself was becoming wary of.

A furrowed frown replaced his usual relaxed expression as the feathered brute pressed forward along the trail. His ochre optics spotted her first, a quaking mottled figure with eyes wide and legs stock still and shivering. "Are you alright?" he voiced eventually, forcing his paws to carry him closer to the unknown canine. Stupid, he growled in his head, of course she wasn't ok. With an exasperated breath, he let his warm amber gaze graze the icy blue orbs of the other, hoping she would pick up the hint.