The Sentinels From the Abyss it calls me

The stranger looked a bit advanced in age, maybe even older than his mom. Caracal stared at the silvery fur wreathing his muzzle for a beat before averting his gaze to the side out of respect to his elder. His body language shifted slightly too, remaining friendly but slouching slightly in deference that came to him rather automatically.

Nothing in particular, just exploring. You? the yearling replied to Gunnar’s question, deciding to think of him by the first name given, as Tveir sounded a bit trickier on the tongue.