Lost Creek Hollow forfeited

There. The man finally reveals himself, though his approach is subtle and understated — a clear difference from his last master, Olzii, who had made a show of every appearance. He slinks from the shadows of the trees in such a predatory way that Mengu shrinks back slightly, his thin tail immediately wrapping under and pressing up against his stomach. He lowers his head, whatever courage that had coaxed him to call out to the stranger now failing him.

He was similar in build to the wolves of his former master's clan — cutting a tall but lean profile. A hunter. When he stops, Mengu steals a glance up, catching sight of a sharp, golden gaze, before he lowers his own back down to his feet submissively. Who you? The command this time was delivered even more tentatively, his voice nearly catching in his throat.