Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

The crash of stones startled Fenrith first, his ears flicking back as his paw froze mid-step on the uneven terrain. He hadn’t seen the wolf before—hadn’t smelled him either, obviously—and the voice, sharp and cracking with sudden hostility, made his head snap around.

The figure sprawled below was unlike anything Fenrith had expected. Fenrith blinked, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all, before the words actually hit him.

“What the hell are you doing? I’m just walking!”

He totally hadn't been trying to find him.

His tail flicked behind him, an agitated little sweep of energy that matched the furrow of his brow. “Seriously, you’re acting like I just dropped a rock on your head or something.” Fenrith’s tone was defensive but not entirely hostile, still clinging to a thread of boyish exasperation.