Golden Glade We're only hearts and bones and blood

As she suddenly called out to him, Sunchaser felt his face flush. He seemed to shrink into himself, a bit embarassed that he had been spotted.

..Hello. He called back to her after a moment, aiming to remain still enough not to be percieved a threat. Even the sweetest looking wolves could be cruel, that much he knew from his travels.

Avoidance was a skill he had built over time, but for one reason or another he feels drawn to her. He can't run this time.