Hideaway Strath old gods still prowl among the thickets

the movement of a stranger was not missed by the wildcat. after a short while, he had ceased his own movements in order to follow the sounds of the individual who did not care to mask his presence. it was evident that the other brute was not hunting, or half of the prey in the forest would have been scattered to the next territory. this caused tusk to believe that he was the one being sought by the stranger in the thicket. imagining it to be one of his siblings, the wild-furred cur hunkered low to the earth and moved forward in a prowl with all of the grace of a junglecat. the lean rippling of his muscles showed sign of having traveled a great distance before that moment. it was no strain on him. once he had found a dark patch of brambles, tusk clambered inside and waited. he would see just who had opted to scout with him into the wood, and whether or not they would regret making such choices.