Dawnlark Plains Tip-toe through the tulips

It came as no surprise when a voice carried on the wind, although the only tell-tale sign that he'd heard the stranger was a shift of an ear, and the slow cant of his muzzle in the direction of its origin. The question itself hung in the air for a few seconds before he deigned to answer it — he was mildly annoyed to have been caught here in the open, but he had done no wrong, yet.

Accident, he rumbles like a cloud. He can see the posturing of the other fellow and honestly, Sterling found it cute that someone would be so defensive over open earth like this. Maybe if he had a home he would react the same way? Coveting it. Designating a space as his, and lording over those that walked upon the earth as if he himself were above it all. He was being slightly judgemental in his thoughts, but it was merely speculation — and he did not take long to add, I was hungry and smelled food here, but... I can choose another path. In truth he had planned to hunt across this space, but now felt midly deterred.