Sleepy Fox Hollow dismay

Amsu found himself out of the canyon reluctantly tonight. Sometimes he liked to leave, to explore new places, to hopefully find his family or anyone who might wish to join the Sanctuary. But tonight he wished to be back home, among the sand and stone, lying in a shallow bed dug out of the earth and sleeping beneath the stars. Well… No, reluctant as he was to enter caves, a cave might be better on a frozen night like this, especially with no one to cuddle up to. Alas, he was wandering alone and lonely tonight.

That was why his tail wagged when he heard the sound of a voice up ahead. The words didn’t make much sense. The wolf ahead was… talking to a tree? Well. Amsu was not one to judge. He spoke to the sun and moon, so talking to a tree was fine in his book. Because of this, though, he felt as if he might be intruding on some kind of ritual or other, so he kept his distance for a time, and then softly cleared his throat and offered a quiet, “Hello,” barely above a whisper.