Whitefish River Oh Sugar Snap Peas, I Win This!

Ears flickered back at the voice calling out to him, tearing him away from the tuft of fur he was eyeballing so suspiciously a moment ago. With wide bright eyes, he turned to see his story telling companion. Tobias! Too long! He greeted with a wag of his tail.

Wandered off is more voluntary. I got lost. He chuckled to himself sheepishly, rubbing a paw as close to the back of his neck as his anatomy would allow. Lost due to a certain sense of his being ripped away from him along with other senses... wait! Speaking of getting lost, can you do me a favour? It was a wierd segue but that lightbulb dinged quite brilliantly to him.

Whipping around to eye the tuft of fur again, he signaled Tobias to come hither with a tilt of his nose. Could you come take a sniff of this thing? Tell me what it is? Heres hoping it was just some rabbit, a deer, anything that might have some white other than coyotes or a wolf lurking near by to kick out.