Haunted Wood Abbott's babbler

The riverwolf was not so easily riled, though he had not gathered the intentions of his visitor.

The grounds leading up to the water had not been marked with claim scent. Siskin had traversed carefully, regardless of his lackadaisical nature. He had no intention of crossing paths with the clacking fangs of those who protected their land. The woodland had been dark and dense and when he had found the river water, his heart had leapt with relief.

Ah, well- Siskin cleared his throat with a cheeky smile. I couldn’t trouble you for a spot of company, could I? I’ve got- He turned abruptly and began to sniff at the ground, hunting for the place he had hidden his treats. The slender figure pulled out a rabbit with fat haunches.

Food. Another smile found his narrow snout.