Moonspear Fattening Up.

Howls sounded nearby. His digging was paused, large eyes searching for the silhouettes of canidae in the trees.

He was quickly growing cautious, though not yet fearful. His size alone tended to keep other's at bay, but it also made him quite the target.

Large paws thumped on the ground as he turned from the half-dug den. Head lifting, nostrils flaring to take in the scents of his surroundings, he let out a call of his own. A gruff, deep sound that echoed through the mountain.