King Elk Forest tamarack pines

she supposed correctly, but the wild creature did not provide her with a verbal confirmation of such things. instead, he allowed for his silence to endorse the inference. it was fair to imagine that the mood did not strike him frequently. he had been curious after meeting the mountaineer tulimaq – after hearing that the wolves of the wilds were soft and tender things. tusk had never imagined that he would happen upon such beasts, and he had approached the idea with great skepticism. after having wandered a short ways, he had found that there was an odd mixture of creatures that inhabited the foreign terrain. some were gentle and lacked all the fierceness required of a predator in the wild, but others were capable things. the dark female seemed as though she carried the confidence of an efficient being.

there was a remark made about the lure of the nighttime hours. the wildcat thought it peculiar that daylight should tear away the naturalness of the world, but that the darkest hours would cast it in an entirely different form. he did not necessarily agree with the statement, but the wild-furred cur bobbed his muzzle once and then cast his lightless yellow gaze to her figure. “it should help that you blend so easily into it,” tusk remarked with a curl of his lip and a twitch of his whiskers. it was a good sign when one could disappear into their background; it showed signs of a promising rogue.