Sun Mote Copse forgetting you in the cabaret

He didn't get far before she was scratching at the dirt, calling for him to wait — and so he did, pausing and starting to turn back just in time to see her squat and urinate, so he averted his eyes with a slight lift of his thick brows. It was natural, it was common, heck he'd been pissin' on things all day every day for like a week, but her hasty reaction caught him by surprise.

She was asking for a tour-guide over his shoulder, and his ears slanted back to listen. Tulimaq hadn't really regretted this entire situation until just that moment, having expected that he'd be on his way back to work once he got the pheasant from point a to point b. Apparently not. Ah well, he'd already given up on being the king of the mountain, he may as well adapt to being social too.

I can do that, he drawled with a slight turn of his head, cautious to look over his shoulder at her in case she was still busy. Tulimaq decided not to wait, and began to stride off again - but at a slower pace so that she could catch up.