Noctisardor Bypass one more spoon of cough syrup

Spook paid little attention to plants unless they were directly in his way. To him they were all just green things. And the odd plant sometimes smelled bad or was extra spiky but really he didn't care too much. They weren't his thing. He had other stuff that he wanted to do -- or should do -- and none of it involved plants.

In fact, Spook was just gonna wander out of the territory and see who was beyond the borders, but he hadn't quite gotten there yet -- he'd stopped a ways back after hearing a distant unfamiliar voice. Not a heinously loud one. Sounded young? At the second call, he started moving again, trotting that way with ears pricked and a look of confusion. Who the heck was it?

Blink. A kid? Whoever the light colored kid out there was, it wasn't anyone from the pack. He slowed, still looking utterly befuddled. Ummm. Who are you? Aren't you a little far from uh. Wherever you're supposed to be? He never had dared to leave the packlands until he was way older. Was she lost? He wasn't familiar enough with who was who in Whitebark to really pin down the scent.  He mostly knew that a pack was there so he'd keep away from them. Duh.