The Bracken Woods Lolol

He yelped at the sound of another, a call for The Wise Ones to save him once again, the remainders of his voice echoing through the territory. A sharp and rough sound, uncharacteristic for the Golden Ghost, and he turned quickly to spot whoever was infiltrating his space. Though usually very calm, he was put on edge by the unfamiliar terrain and especially the face there was no one around. He could not defend himself and had to put all his hope in The Wise Ones, though their presence had been scarce as of late.

When he spotted the stranger he tucked his ears behind his scalp and his tail between his hind legs. Please don't hurt me. I am no threat. I am no threat to any of you. I need to find home.