Wapun Meadow Did you walk the expansive nature, and feel the wind burning your soul

the warhound snorted in an effort to expel the sudden swell of his virile mien; his ears briefly flipping backwards in a chafed, wordless acceptance the male's wise reversal. but with the threat gone, stigmata abruptly seemed flat - returned rather easily to a deadpanned expression and unfettered pose. though he didn't look it, he had been thoroughly satisfied by both the shadow's subtle change in attitude, as well as his hobbled acceptance of fault. it meant he was not a daft creature, merely an overly cautious one - perhaps made that way by solitude or some previous mishap.

that was, not to say, stigmata was completely unbothered; but he was not a rash individual. and he needed more substantive evidence before dismissing the potentially able body entirely. "are you heading for the rabbits, then?" he asked a little testily, figuring he had the right to be snide by this point. "or would you prefer an actual full belly?"