Shadewood instinct

The cough is enough to distract him, ears swiveling forward on his head and swinging it around to search for the origin. It takes him a moment to finally land on the other canine. His fur blending in with the surroundings with no green to contrast his depth. Bowie then takes an extra second to scan the area a little harder, searching for others that might be tagging along with the newest stranger in his path. Sight or scent bring him any answers and so he finally lands his yellow gaze on the stranger.

Bowie boofs quietly in response. He doesn’t make any effort to step closer, peering through the brush to keep an eye on the other. He moves a little, so he’s a little more visible to the other—no harm here—as his ears rest casually on the back of his head.