Grouse Thicket Little Bird

Collision watched as the brown male's attention shifted to himself. He remained quite neutral, though, as Rodyn drew near he began to relax. This was not the approach of hostility. A welcoming, subtly, smile began to form on his lips, but as was expected, hush tones eluded that he had interrupted something.

Collision's ears fell backwards and he lowered himself but slightly. He would follow--as usually he did. Perhaps he could be of aide to the brute. To multiply that which he was able to take home to his own family as well as secure himself something acceptable for a meal. He didn't presume this male was, in fact, a loner.

  "I-Alright," Pleasantries were excused for now. Collision paying no mind to the fact that he hadn't introduced himself. That could come later. There was a task to accomplish. He gently moved forward--low and slow. He would be sure to fall behind Rodyn to make sure he performed accurately.