Bearclaw Valley judgement day

Sorry this took ages to get out. @_@;

It was not towards the entrance where he so often lingered that the male would come to be found, but deep within the woods instead. He was situated near an old, abandoned burrow, into which he stared before stuffing a new rabbit fur into it; it was the first addition he’d made to his hidden storage in years, the last having been when he was just a pup. Following that, he turned to leave, only to stop in his tracks as he spotted Laurel. He did not say anything to her—he didn’t know what to say, honestly—and instead just nodded, acknowledging her presence but leaving the decision in her paws on whether or not they’d converse.