Blacktail Deer Plateau it's just a triptych in decay

unfortunately, for the ivory pelaged beast that followed him, calling out several times; it goes unintentionally ignored by onyro. in fact, wrapped in the blissful ignorance that he is alone, he meanders on a little bit further until the wind blows the right way and his steps halt to a jerking stop, as if he is a marionette whose strings have been suddenly and violently tugged back. aware in a way he had definitely not been a moment before.

onyro turns, frostbound gaze searching his surroundings wildly until they fall upon the ivory man ( who presumably was still following him at that point ).

uncertainty prickles the guard hairs at onyro's nape as he studies the other man's body language, trying to determine how to best go forward with what he could gleam from it.