Overture Downs equator

Where the flock of waterfowl were headed, he had no idea, but he knew they had to land eventually and when they did, he'd be ready and waiting. Although Fergus was not much of a hunter, he was smart enough to jump on an opportunity when one presented itself. And, as luck would have it, a fellow wolf graced the scene with his presence and a low chuff in greeting. A hunting partner, perhaps?

The Frostfur slowed and turned to look over his shoulder at the great shadow of a man who had suddenly materialised. He stalled mid-clip in surprise at the sheer size of the lad but quickly recovered, determined not to lose track of the birds overhead.

"Mornin'!" he called out with a toothy grin, turning a little more to face the stranger so he almost jogging sideways. "Would love to stay and chat but currently, uh..." He gestured with a jerk of his head towards the sky, "...on a bit of a hunt at the moment!"

It was as much of a statement as it was an open invitation. He let his gaze linger for a beat on the tall, dark and handsome before flashing another grin. Care to join me?