Cedar Sweep i’m not ready

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     Upon first sight of the Kamiki male, he reminded Embry of a living block of charcoal. Speckles of dust peppered his undersides like sparks flinting from the animated amorphous carbon. He was large; powerful. One facing the other, it was clear that should any conflict arise, it would be a tumultuous affair to say the least.

     Himself, Embry had hefty boots to fill. His paws, from a young age, had provided the cumbersome foundations for his future (and still developing) stature. From a distance, an observant creature might even mistake the boy for a small bear. His honey-golden derivation of goldenmute and wolf was interwoven with deep, wild strands of tawny and brown ochres. A creamy froth completed the tips of tail, ear, and muzzle to complete the grande macchiato that was Embry.

     "If you want the truth, I'm studying the cedars." He allowed a glimmer of his juvenile pair of years to defy his formerly stolid composition. "If you want the honest truth, I'm studying the prey." His oceanic orbs ran the background tasks; probing this newcomer with a semi-amiable facade as his mind audited the important details.