Grouse Thicket Little Bird

It was, in fact, hard to alter course when there was no intended destination. Likewise, it was simple to do so. However, on this particular day Collision found himself not changing his path as the scent of another that began to overtake his nose.

The wind blew gently, and his eyes caught the brown figure of another male. His ears rocked backwards as he felt the gentle urge to go elsewhere. Often it wasn't wise to approach a stranger. Still, there was something calculated about his steps.

Admittedly, he was a poor hunter. He went for each to find things, animals that were slower. Strength, often times was no issue, but he had never been fast. Additionally, he could admit that he wasn't at his strongest and hadn't been for some time. Living alone took that kind of toll on one.

Did the other need silence? An urge for conversation resonated in Collision. The desire to at least talk where he had been resistant to friendship for so long caused struggle between staying and leaving. Without hardly a though more a low chuff echoed from him, though, he stood in place...staring.