Hushed Willows No, it's subtle, all the bells and whistles.

Ugh, so bored. So bored of life. Teagan was lying by the entrance of the Crook, head in his paws as he stared out through the doorway into the open. He'd taken a border patrol earlier today, tried to hunt some small animals, failed, so now he was back here, being bored. He shifted, trying to get comfortable on the hard ground, before giving up completely and rose to his paws and stretched, a yawn on his maw. Teag looked around, then padded towards the entrance and through it. Since there was nothing to do, he might as well do another border patrol; it couldn't hurt to maintain some scent marks.

So he set off, his pace reasonably quick, but not too fast. Border patrol was boring, but it wasn't as boring as lying on the ground doing nothing. Besides, he might even meet his packmates halfway through, so it couldn't be too bad. Just as that thought crossed the coywolf's mind, a woof sounded through the former silence. Teagan lifted his head, nose twitching, ears swiveling towards the direction the woof had come from before making a beeline towards it.

"'Sup, Stark," he drawled, wondering what had got his dark furred packmate in a tizzy before he saw the green on the ground. His eyes widened and a large grin spread across his maw. "Holy shit," he breathed out, almost in disbelief.