Haunted Wood Abdim's stork

The man seemed proper and polite.

Makan watched with deep blue eyes as the other pushed upright, ears tall as he soaked in the words spoken. This was a far cry from the creatures who had claimed the heights.

Tentatively he approached on stilt-like legs. Mindful of the ground beneath him, each paw learned something new with his approach. He could not speak but maybe if he showed the man why then he would not seem so rude in the face of kindness.

He lifted his head — without the intent of dominance — to show off his throat. Old, partially covered scar tissue like a necklace.