animal smells and porcupine quills

Sitri's call roused him from his sleep. Had it been from someone beneath him, he may have brushed it off until he had been found. But he thought better of the few that stood above him in the hierarchy. His rising may have been not quite as quick as he would have liked it, but he was soon on his way to find the scarred Gamma. Pausing only to relieve himself once and to stretch on another, he still thought he made good time. He had been taught that punctuality was important, and it was rare for him not to make good on his time.

Beneath the dark green canopies of the Spine, he spotted the earthen, shaggy coat that belonged to none other than his once mountainside viewing partner. He smiled easily at Sitri, and the wave of his tail only backed up the genuine enjoyment that they were able to meet again. “Decided to take me up on that offer of exploring a bit?” he guessed, though at that point he was game for anything. The day was young, and neither of them would let it go to waste.