Bramblepoint caught herself a somewhere wind

  i am SO sorry for the wait!! <33 life got wildin'

blissfully unaware he's misunderstood, soto forges ahead.

they come to a creek limned with bobbing reeds, their stalks pale from winter's teeth. soto halts and listens, single eye squinting in concentration.

splashwater across the creek draws his attention. he looks to his comrade to ensure she'd heard it too, before he slinks into a crouch.

they must avoid water until the last moment. soto steps with care, each paw raising just enough, before placed gently upon the damp loam.

another splatter; soto ducks, belly low to the ground.

waiting.

waiting.

when he lunges, it's not deer that meet him on the other side -- but the great antlers of a bull moose.