Hoshor Plains easy

arktos isn't worried about the birds. they would unsettled for a while, but they would return soon enough; in a few hours mostly.

if you were trespassin', we wouldn't be standing here talkin'. it's a small chuckle that presses past arktos' lips; dark and mirthless. his presence would've been announced by the sound of his footfalls at a run and the rend of his teeth into flesh.

doesn't look like the grouse were too eager to talk, arktos observes, drawing in a breath and with it, her scent. there's a small roost of pheasants a little further west, he gestures with his muzzle. and plenty of fish in the streams.