Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

kukutux turned her sylph-like face away, and arcturus missed the soft smile that graced her features like rosy morning. his own gaze was on the stones. there was small game to be had here, but he did not wish to simply catch kukutux a rabbit.

somehow.. he felt he needed to provide her with something more. something better than mealy hare.

he moved off, their pace in unison. he paused as the duck sampled the air, his brow furrowed until at last the scent hit him too. "kuusix." he repeated, fumbling inexpertly over the word. "kuusxix." this time a little better.

the scent was feline in origin, but arcturus needed confirmation. "cat?"