Noctisardor Bypass i called your name

The cry called out as he brushed himself against a tree trunk. A few tufts of his pale rump sticking to the bark, the would not be missed as his coat adjusted to spring weather. Not to mention it would add something more physical to his work along Rivenwood's borders.

A jarring sound, He snorted in response to the loon cry. Would make one think there's trouble. Some jest in his voice as his eyes scanned the horizon dutifully.