Bramblepoint Sunblind

A voice that lacked emotion sounded. The warrior’s ears were drawn into a sharp point as Foxfur pointed his sharp nose in the direction of the stranger whose mouth lisped softly at the end of his final word.

When the warm brown of Foxfur’s eyes rested on the stranger, the warrior bowed his head gently.

It is good to be wary when you travel alone, he offered as a means of understanding why the stranger might have held his silence. It was good to know that Foxfur’s hunch had been well-made, as well. I mean you no harm, traveler.