Cricket Creek Bog Another day

Cry halted, his body neutral to the voice of the younger male. Auds targeted the exact place of where he had been called from, and a flick of a now flaccid black flag indicating he had acknowledged his watcher.  “The fact that you have to ask explains a lot.” The athletic body of the older male would be intimidating to some, mysterious to others, as Cry was heralding quite a few impressive scars, namely the crisscrossing patchwork of them from his bear attack so many years ago. “But I don’t exactly know who you are, so who am I to say?”

Turning a dark head to the agouti make, glacials made contact with those of his company across the stream. Turning his body to confront the male. “But I’m not hostile unless you are.”