The Tangle perpetual timepiece

With his every move, he felt these woods practically breathing down his neck. All his years confident in a build like this, fighting and patrolling this or that might have granted him some measure of grace in maneuvering himself around precarious places, but this was downright choking in places--and even for during a long, frozen winter. When he realized how much smaller she was, he considered that an easy advantage on her already, but for the time being, he smelled fear and wondered what she knew.

Since she answered with intentions to diffuse, he exhaled a slow sigh, dialing it down a notch but keeping close. He still didn't like it but these were not Drageda's claim. Maybe almost, one day before.. but circumstance steered that one astray, so he did not need to be so barbed. Patrolling, tracking.. he answered back. Our claim is near. There had been a wildcat here a few months ago, I thought I got wind of one like it a way back. Be careful, the pale-furred wocha warned in a way he felt generously about. Where are you headed? he asked back, that wary look in his eyes again. She was smart not to linger if she truly had better places to be.