Blackfoot Forest In a World of Shattered Skies

She turns to him then, silvered eyes, like the brightness of the stars above, pierced unto him, locking. She regards him with interest, curious, as he is of her. His heavy chest takes in a deep breath, long legs shifting over the cold forest floor. Her ears perk then, questioningly to match with her words. Yes, He speaks at first, hesitant because he just wanted to 'get it right' when it came to conversation. I've much time to do so. He added, a hint that he wasnt just exploring for the night but that he was unlimited, yet without a pack, a home. He could only think that perhaps she had? 

Watching her dark beauty curiously, his bloodied gaze shifts, his head straining forth. Have we found something? His deep tones spoke in question. Something to explore, other then the forest of foxes itself. Maybe this was there den? Of course, Hemlocke didnt know the vast cavern system which lie within.