Broken Antler Fen gi joe

The sound of footsteps. 

Sable raised his head, peering through the brush to try and find the interloper. He strode that way, ensuring to step on a few branches as he went. Just to be sure he was heard.

The youth in front of him was around his age, dressed in grey and blue. He let out a hum, turning into something of a subsonic thuum. He had learned, in his time away, that not everyone understood the language he spoke with his feet.

Hi. He tried anyway, in Ptero, paws thumping against the ground.