Blackfoot Forest drowning in a pool of sin

his pace was steady as he went, breath fell to a rhythm and his body moved in whole harmony. he lacked a runner's physique, but that did not slow him in his motion. well ventured, experience carried him more often than limbs did, and it was with this practice that he weaved himself through forest and brush.

scent reached him before sound did, and he slowed his stride to greet the stranger. ears swiveled atop his crown at her greeting, to which he answered with a dip of his snout and a chipper, "hello!"