Blackfoot Forest The Bear & The Crow

Cole moved quietly through the russet shadows, the autumn forest filtering warm, muted light across his coat as he scouted the outer stretch of Bearclaw’s territory, maybe even a bit further. It was here he spotted her: a sleek, crow-like figure cutting through the landscape with a swiftness that belied her irritation. Even from a distance, he caught the frustrated huff as she shook her coat, dried leaves clinging stubbornly to her fur.

He approached with an easy, unhurried step, making his presence known just as she cleared a boulder. Now, that’s some serious determination, he drawled, amber eyes sparking with curiosity. You're awful close to Bearclaw territory, y'know? His voice held a friendly tone, but there was a watchfulness beneath it.