Snowforest Taiga [m] It's such a lovely day to have to always feel this way

He had been hunting. It was in his nature to hunt, and part of him as perturbed by how often Tybault tried to do it for him. Mostly, though, he was deeply, dangerously flattered by the effort, and by the frequent stares, and most of all by the constant and continued presence of the strange and broken man.

But he liked to hunt. So he hunted today, and he ate his fill before wandering back toward his companion.

His companion.

But he paused, hidden, to watch him when he drew near. There was something different — and not just his sullied scent and filthy fur. The frailty that he so often tried to hide away was on full display, and briefly, Wildflower found himself enraptured.

But something had changed. Suspicion won out over fascination, and he was wary again like he had been when they first met as he came out of hiding. His large ears swiveled, marking his escape routes as he strolled closer, casuality forced and marked. There were questions in his stormwater gaze.