beauty cat and the bald ape

She shifted her angle, retiring her idle threat to instead inquire as to his identity and accuse him of skulking about. He lifted a brow at her. So suspicious for such a young girl. He did not fault her caution, only her judgement. In time she may learn where best to spend such energies; at someone passing by, posing no challenge to the resident pack, was certainly not it.

He swept his tail across the earth, shifting his weight from one broad paw to the other, his body casually leaning to that one side. "Tagg," he said. "I am not skulking. I am travelling. And who might you be?"