Bramblepoint And here the struggle begins

[narrow]Just moments after leaping from the grasp of many thorns, a foreign voice sounded opposite of his direction. Shad turned to face the counter sharply, crimson gaze sweeping over the figure swiftly as he comprehended their words. However, the male remained silent for the moment as he took in the disposition of the new presence; that of earthen pallette, copper hued gaze, and seemingly a female about the age of a young adult. Ultimately, the spikey furred male felt no immediate threat, deciding to finally answer. 

Hardly, these inferior brambles have merely blocked my passage. The dark male spoke. In truth, he was rather lost, but he also had no set destination and was too prideful to admit to it either way. Though, while Shad had noted the shallow scratches that covered the female's muzzle, she did seem minimally scathed despite the relentless briars. I take assumption that you are familiar with these parts? The grim male inquired. Perhaps - while he was reluctant to accept it - they could assist him from this neverending forest before he lost all his fur to the underbrush.