The Sentinels The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Through half-lidded eyes Flaris watched the night pass. The owls and crickets kept him company with their overlapping symphonies, but he was listening for something more substantial than the simple melody of background ambiance. Fortunately, only about an hour had passed before the sound of footfall reached him, and slowly he began to unfurl himself as he perked up towards the indication of an approaching wolf.

Pulling his legs from beneath his body, he set them in a way that would allow him to get on his feet in one swift motion, but he refrained from standing at first so that he might remain as unassuming as possible to his audience. His ears twitched lightly, finding that the closer the movements came, the heavier they sounded. But before he could change his mind and get to his feet, an airy chuff drew his sangrian gaze directly unto the towering build of a packwolf. Quietly, Flaris returned the noise, opening up his prone and lying position for investigation.

He watched in wary coolness as the male drew closer, silently pulling back his ears out of respect for the broad stranger's presence there. He didn't make to stand up, or make any movement at all except to avert his eyes; imagining that it would be most polite for him to be examined and spoken to before speaking himself.