Grouse Thicket Sun it rises

he'd been wary to wander this far eastward, but to his surprise, any trace of the saints was faint. he sniffed around to be sure, but. . .nothing. still, he proceeded cautiously, knowing it could be a trap. even with his introduction—

orange within green caught his eye, a fiery flash, and he halted, chin lifting.

who's there? he demanded, puffing himself up to his full size. bones sinking as they may be with age, he still was a formidable creature—and the coloration of the stranger read 'fox,' even if the scent said differently. adi felt confident within himself that he could handle the challenge.

he strode up to the brush, lips curled, hackles raising in imminent challenge.