The Sentinels celestial

He left @Iseul to tend the fish today, knowing she was more experienced in the drying process than him, setting out to find fresh berries to go along with their meals as they explored the coast. Autumn was setting in, the air turning colder and more frigid but Matteo didn't mind. In all honesty, he hated how the summer heat made his fur cling to his skin.

Nevertheless, his spine prickled with growing chill as he entered the forest and left the weak sunlight behind. He'd always been fascinated by trees, not really for the tree itself but for the life they supported. Watching a squirrel bury a cheek-full of nuts, he gathered a mouthful of raspberries and made to turn back just as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose.

Frozen, Matteo suddenly felt extremely vulnerable. Perhaps it was one of the pack wolves from nearby but without Iseul, what could he really do against a fully grown wolf? The only thing that came to mind was to pray to whatever being was out there that the stranger hadn't noticed him.