Phoenix Maplewood when time falls like the sun

With a single dip of the head, he acknowledged her words but otherwise decided to remain quiet. In a stalking position he followed the contours of her shadows through the snowy paths. His head was held low to the ground, his ears stood erect and his eyes focused upon his surroundings. When the wind passed by, bringing all kinds of different scents with it, his cool charcoal nose inhaled deeply. For a moment his eyes closed, trying to decipher which scent was interesting enough to chase.

Badgers, Epic muttered underneath his path, still following Desdemona until she lead him to a place a circle on neutral grounds. Close by there were branches, snow-covered but even more important; filled with lots of hunting opportunities. "What are your thoughts on badger-steak today?" He said very softly, almost in an inaudible hush; words only meant for Desdemona's ears.