Deepwood Weald ten hour shift

He drew his breaths carefully, and traveled on slow, perusing as he went skimming on. While his intent was to seem harmless, it came with the fine line underneath it of his guarded state--knowing, and not knowing exactly, what the wilds could offer kept this all sharp about it for him. He knew better than to go anywhere unprepared. But soon when suspicion was well-rooted, the voice rang out, firm as it broke the relative quiet of the woodland's thrum. To it, he turned an ear first, before the rest of him went with it, finally now with an exact spot to hone in on.. assuming she didn't make for elsewhere so soon.

What was he doing? A few things, none all that noteworthy. Lurking after her had become paramount, but it was not his goal that he had come here with.. just one he found along the way. He stepped a pace closer to where she had been hidden, and let himself be more in plain sight now--though he did not come too close. He was comfortable with a touch of space between them for now, and presented in neutrality. Scouting. I live near, he answered with first and an easy-going swing to his left-low tail--but a hawkish look about his eyes and ears all the same as he set his sights upon her, no longer hidden away in the brush and brambles while she could surely do the same to him. There were wolves looking to potentially claim here a bit ago. I'm making sure they all made good on their word to move on elsewhere with that, he justified. Same question to you? he tipped his snout towards the red-furred scout then too.

He would find out what he could before he was back on his way, eventually.