Blacktail Deer Plateau For memories of years of yore

Gunnar twitched an ear forward, one ear back, listening, waiting. Good to know you have a companion to walk with. I was always on my own, company is wonderful when roaming. Gunnar shifted and slowly sat up, tail wagging.

Well met, Malila. Gunnar traced her form now, she was hungry. When had she last eaten, a look of concern took place on his face. And he moved to stand. Well, then let's get you a few things in that belly. I'm sure we can find a rabbit or two around here. I already ate.

With years borne of being alone, he bent his head to the ground, scenting, searching for the elusive hares. A scent came to him on the wind, and he moved towards it, stalking, silent.