Bramblepoint Sunblind

Even as the brambles pricked at the stranger's skin, he continued to press through. Khenbish looked at the scraps of fur left on the bushes with shrewd eyes. Soon, they would be picked up by birds wanting to make their nests. Something in his head clicked - a subtle winking in his gaze followed by a slow blink of resolve - and he opened his mouth.

I'm over here, he said freely, in his deadpan way. You made me nervous.

He let a few seconds pass before he emerged from the ferns, his head popping up periscope-like with the rustle of disturbed leaves.