Hoshor Plains The Winds of Notos!

While attempting to twist his body in the opposite direction, Talis tried to keep an eye on the deer, just in case. But it was inevitable that his attention strayed to his own bodily contortions as he attempted to stealthily retreat. Prowling through long grasses required a lot of care and focus; those long, slender blades could produce quite a lot of noise to the ears of the animal kingdom.

Speaking of which, he heard a disconcerting amount of sound coming from behind him. Unthinkingly, Talis whipped his head around and sat up a little to get his eyes back on the stag. He was in a decidedly different pose now—a much more threatening one, to be sure—and he was looking right at Talis.

Oh, the coyote said right as the deer shouted, “HELLO!” Oh dear.

It was a matter of fight-or-flight. Talisman abruptly unwound his body to face the deer again, not bothering to conceal himself. He stood at his full height, blinking at the stag with his stubby antlers. Had he really just shouted that? Was he trying to be friendly? It was one thing for a wolf and a raccoon to fraternize, but a coyote and a deer?

Maybe there really is something in the water here, Talisman muttered to himself.