Wapun Meadow A taste of winter is on the air

A couple beats pass, and he almost decides to turn around and head back home — but then the chuff is returned. He doesn't hesitate to follow the sound, noting the way the other's scent grows stronger as he approaches, until finally he can make out a figure in the darkness. Hello? He calls softly, taking a few more steps toward the stranger; he's unaware the other is tracking pheasants, or he might be a bit quieter. Tired as he is, though, it doesn't occur to him that there might be a reason the stranger is wandering around so quietly in the darkness.