Hoshor Plains Quicker than falling asleep.

Thanks for dropping in!

He wasn’t sure what it was, the months spent as a lone wolf or his history as a scout that alerted his sixth sense to the potential danger. His steps hitched slightly, and his ears pinned forward. He slowly came to a halt and dropped the rabbit at his paws.

His dual colored gaze trailed his surroundings. He couldn’t find anything amiss; the surrounding area held no untoward scents as far as he could tell. But that itch at the back his neck continued, he was being followed. It was only a matter of time before he was confronted by whoever it was. Comfortable in the lack of an unknown scent, Emrik slowly lowered his jaw to pick up the hare and continue on his way.