Wapun Meadow When the last tree's fallen; The animal can't hide

 

ahh so sorry for the late reply!

           

With a raised brow Siarut dipped his head toward the woman, greeting her chuff. Taking a few quick steps toward her, noticing the lingering scent of hare in the snow. His stomach rumbled at the prospect of a morning snack. Turning an olive eyes on the leafless bushes scatter throughout the meadow, the thick branches good cover for any small rodent.

"Those bushes might be a good place to start if you're tracking rabbits." The common tongue fell easily from his lips from his years spent south, only a tinge of his accent present at the end of his sentences.

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