Emberwood I put the pedal to the floor

There had been silence, and nothing but.

Had..

A gust of air blew; this from vocals, rather nature.

Someone had called. No longer alone was the white one who walked.

Haste was made as the figure jerked, snout swinging around the shoulder before the rest of the body could follow in turn. Out of instinct, a lip curled; ears pointed; muscles stiffened; shoulders fell into a defensive stance.

This stranger was careful upon approach, but that would not turn away regard for caution.

Nothing would be spoken. They had come first, so it is only right they speak first.