Wapun Meadow A taste of winter is on the air

The response isn't exactly what he'd been expecting, and for a moment he can only pause and stare at what little he can see of the stranger through the darkness. Um, alright, He responds uncertainly, lowering his voice so as not to startle the — whatever that dude had called them. Peasants? No — pheasants. Yeah, he's got no idea what those are. But apparently he's going to stalk them with some stranger, now. He watches the dark figure closely, ready to follow him wherever he's going — and hopefully, find out what a pheasant is. If it's anything like a cougar, he's bailing — without shame.