Bramblepoint Tick tock- the clock keeps going

With his ears still upright and listening intently to the sounds of the forest, Teemu lowered his mouth to the floor once more to finish the apple he'd left at his feet, its crisp interior turning brown in the open air. The faint sound of something moving through the vegetation floated toward him. The sound would have gone unnoticed had he not been waiting, alert. It wasn't long before a small, black shadow came into view. Teemu took in the wolf's appearance and acknowledged his cordial approach. With a flick of an ear, he listened to the stranger's words.

"I suppose that depends," The older wolf finally answered calmly, studying the vibrant gaze of the male with a single raised brow, "on what that tiny little something is."

He had no idea what this wolf could possibly want with him, but Teemu didn't exactly have any particular plans for the day, outside of continuing his travels. A delay wasn't going to hurt too much. He shifted his weight an offered a small smile to the younger male.