Northstar Vale dude never misses

he snorted with humor before they carried on. content to turn his attention to whatever it was that phox had discovered.

droppings.

he sniffed around them, mindful to not get too close. yet something about the scent had him on a careful edge. his guess may have been close to truth, but missed the mark.

mmm, wolverine? his features scrunched softly.

he had never much cared for sticking his face into the presence of mustelidae — and the differences were lost on him in these moments.