The Tangle Explode your hours and you'll see how time will transform.

Another's soft wuff broke the comfort of Dacio's silence, and he lifted his head to peer through the dense foliage in search of the creature who sought to communicate with him. His eyes found an unfamiliar figure and, stepping forward to get a better look, settled his stare on a young male of crimson fur. 

His charcoal tail flicked at his hocks, gaze scrutinizing for a few quiet moments as he inhaled deep to test the air for his scent. That of Rusalka did not cling to the stranger's pelt, which allowed the sterling Gona to slacken somewhat.

"Hei," was his response, though he made no move to close the distance between them.