Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

Leaves brushed against his muzzle as he continued to poke his nose into the bush, leathery nostrils flaring as he detected the faint scent of the one he was pursuing, though the unique smell was suddenly masked by the aromas of the forest floor, dirt mingled with the strong earthly smell of the woods. But still, Van continued to prod at the flora, his cold blue eyes closing as he managed to plunge his head deeper into the shrub, though only to reopen them to peer around inside at nothing, just a tangled mess of protruding twigs and roots. The look of disappointment was plain across his face as he retreated his head from the empty shrub, an unkept tail swaying curiously behind him as his silver ears began to pivot a top his head, carefully listening to the noises around him. The brute stared suspiciously into the darkness, his head tilting at times to the sound of rustling leaves as they began to dance all around him, swaying in the gentle force of the winds that now swept through the woods.

A smile grew across Vandal's lips as his white socked paws began to shift upon the ground, the young brute slowly slinking his way into the shadows as he searched for the seemingly cunning youth. He strolled idly with his nose to the ground and step by step trailed his way around the towering trees, his cold eyes examining the undergrowth as he continued to search for the mischievous spiderling.