Grouse Thicket Skimming

The inked girl looked behind her and then back to him, the snap in her tone stirring a small smirk to pull at the corner of the wolf’s lips. She was youthful—awkward in her growing state, and yet confident all the same. Something the golden viper could appreciate, given his own tumultuous youth.

“Wasn’t expecting to bump into anyone,” he spoke, his rumble nonchalant as he tilted his muzzle slightly, the wind brushing against the fur along the Ostrega’s spine. “I’ve been keeping tabs on a nearby herd.” About to ask her if she would like to simply join him--perhaps two eyes would be better than one, Pip bit his tongue, swallowing the offer. At that point, he would just seem like a creepy guy offering a girl candy to come see his van.

He chose what he hoped was a safer route. "I'm Pippin, from Asterism Grove."