Blackfoot Forest rippling out through his past and future

Perhaps it was because he was so caught up in the putrid scent of the toadstool, or perhaps it was because he simply wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings, but for some fools reason Slavik hadn’t noticed the other male’s scent. The chuff surprised him, and a low snarl escaped his mouth at the sound. It was an instinctual reaction, and hopefully wouldn’t be taken as anything more by the other male, who Slavik turned to and analyzed quickly. He was built very much like Slavik, and he was likely close in age. The significant difference was their pelt colors.

Slavik notes that the moon toned male did not appear threatening, so he relaxed his posture to his usual amiable one, letting his thick golden coat lie flat again. Sorry bro, you surprised me, he commented, offering the other a friendly look.