Frostfire Ridge alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

Sable was here and there across the wilds.

Winter was soon to pounce on their bodies, and he knew it would be difficult alone. But to join a pack, where no one would know his communication method?

A fool’s errand. There was always going back to Towhee, to Phox, but civilization did not appeal to Sable as it did to some. Here, atop a ridge, he watched the sunrise in silence, breath billowing from his nose. Like he were a bull elk, watching over the claim of his cows.

Sable raised his head in an imitation of the proud structure of the cervid creature, though he did not try to bellow like one. It would have just made him look silly, with no sound escaping.