Firefly Glen Kaggik

A chuff drew his pale ears back. Kannoyak turned his head and rested his plum stare upon a familiar face.

Storyteller man, he greeted in a rumbling voice. A pleasant wave of his tail was offered to the other.

The white hunter believed that he could break away from hunting to converse with the man. The last time they had talked had been during a gathering of men and women. Kannoyak had enjoyed his time and had taken interest in two of the villages in the area. He wondered what Alaric had been up to since they had last spoken.

Shifting on his paws, he stepped to the storyteller and closed the remaining space between them.