Deepwood Weald krymménos

His father looked to him. Then, his aggression was deferred. Melaneus blinked, and returned his watch to Rodyn.

The man’s praise pierced through the darkness that shrouded Melaneus’ fur. He did not smile outwardly but in the straightening of his spine. Inwardly, he tucked the praise away alongside the tall man’s face.

Even if he did not stay, he would remember him.

Melaneus decided he hoped he did stay, for he wished to learn more about this stranger, and more from him. He had been about to follow Rodyn’s footfalls when father had come, after all!