Blacktail Deer Plateau The scout, and the watchful eye.

With the target spotted, the boy crept through the brush, making a wide arc so that he could reach the thick trunk of an ash, where he could lie in wait for the njosn to come close enough for him to surprise her well. Peeking out from behind the tree, below a leafless branch, he watched as she came closer, the young gyrfalcon on her shoulder. He eyed the bird, knowing that it might spot him before the wolf did, and tucked himself back behind the tree trunk again. 

He flicked his ears forward, listening for her step as she approached, and when he felt she was close enough, he crouched, and crow-hopped sideways, aiming to pop up, almost directly in her path. He mis-gauged the distance, and ended up having to scuttle sideways a little bit, so that he could face her directly, with a slightly sheepish grin on his face before he remembered what he was doing.

He squared up his feet and tilted his muzzle forward, lifting his crown as he did so. There was a light wave to his tail that was aligned with his spine, ready to relax or lift to show dominance if necessary. "You have come to the borders of Raventhorpe and I am Baldr B-hahahah!" He broke into laughter when a spit bubble interrupted the pronunciation of his own name.