Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

In the wild, the winds bursted once more.

At the edge lines of their territory, he was wrapped in the eyes of a vixen. The wisdom to call upon her kin tried to slip beyond him, and he felt pulled to let it. Her injuries must have been grand, for her to ask for his aid. He had been helpful. He withstood her raking nails.

At her arch, his eyes touched upon her back. It had been a quick switch of vision. It left to wonder if he even noticed it, but in fast ways, subtle ones, he showed the attention that he had for her. All of it was instinct; brisk and rapid. But his mind was there.

She held secrets.

"I could take them and many more." Her name touched his lips. "Silvertongue." His chest muscles tensed. "Names Bonnie." He'd not told her his origins, but she'd known. By smell, he presumed. "I've sought prey towards Teekon from nose, for miles that may battle with yours in plenty. You'd be repulsed. The sea has brought you?" His tail twitched in anticipation.