Hushed Willows We are never belated

Phoenix, forming a plan in his head on how best to locate the Keep's old densite, found his attention captured by the sound of company. He perked up, swinging his head in the male's direction as he tried to gauge any familiarity in the figure he saw ahead. He was dark, with radiant eyes and a build Phoenix knew better than to toy with. He let his tongue loll with soft anxiety, and he tipped a single ear back to indicate that he wouldn't be a threat. He approached slowly, deferring to the older male's posture on how close he could come, but he showed no fear in wanting to know the stranger, powerful-looking or not.

His red tail wagged a little, and he extended his muzzle, nose wriggling, in greeting.