Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

Footfall swiveled the tall auds on his crown. The Taggerung could feel his shoulders sag, swaying just so that his lean frame seemed to swing favorably to the left before ceasing. Footfall and then... that succulent fragrance of fish! 

The Taggerung's tail swung joyfully from one side to the next. The squint of his eye sought the approacher, scouring the trees and wood for their shape. It took only a moment to settle on an unfamiliar figure- ah, but of course they would all be quite unfamiliar, silly Taggerung.

Why hello there! Fine summer's evening we have here don't you think?

Pointed canines peered from beneath his lip as the Taggerung offered a cheeky smile. He would not seek the food of this unknown. No, he was capable of catching his own miniscule feast. Company, though, that was something he could not provide for himself.