Neverwinter Forest callorhinus

VERY small post <3 i gotta sleep

 

Fallen Sun was a man of his word — or lack thereof. He'd decided to go exploring to figure where moonpack held their borders. Territory was often fought over, at least from the blurry memories left over from his youth. 

He was a simple man dressed in red evening wear, a white sock on a hind-paw. 

What was this, he wondered, a head tilt as he questioned the sight before him. An intruder to moonpack's borders?! That was the opposite of what Silver Shadow wanted!