Panther Park Taxídi

There was a moment where Mesa entertained the thought of leaving without a word, as that was his most commonplace act; he had been without company often enough throughout his short life, and he saw no reason to intrude now.

The woman was not afraid of him, though. She stood tall and stared his way. The man beside her was wary also, but friendly, and the invitation tugged at something deep within Mesa that had been forgotten.

He looked down the path which he had climbed, then back to where they stood, as if to debate within himself the merit of this moment; then he moved, and it was with a hunch to his shoulders rather than the usual predatory mien.

He passed a chuff to them both, eyeing the woman again in brief. The man drew his full attention: red-coated, with a prideful bearing. They smelled of one-another, and sand, and some bright spice of a scent Mesa had never noticed before on anyone except maybe his mother, which surprised him.

He would give them time to study him, if they wished. It did not occur to him to speak an introduction or any other word, and so he would stand before them like some kind of prized horse for inspection - which was admittedly, awkward for all involved.