Blackfoot Forest in case you're thinking of escaping, before you wake, i'll take your horse

the stranger took pause. her apprehension was clear, though she braced, as though preparing to charge. excitement bubbled inside of shadow, erupting as a low-pitched growl. there was distance between them, but they stood close enough to warrant the aggression. 

anything could warrant aggression, shadow thought. playing as sycamore was predictable; remaining un-predictable was a part of his character. a long, accentuated lick to his maw.

his midnight gaze held unbroken at the russet stranger. who did she want him to be?