Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

I dice rolled to determine if he'd notice Qiao immediately, and unfortunately he doesn't!

Before him — and above him — sprawled an elder tree. It towered with its crown of branches, nearly fifteen feet high. The shade was pleasant (if a touch too cold for his summer body) and stood as the center point of the crossroads.

He could go north along the clearest path, which would lead him to the open meadow; to the east was more forest but this would empty towards a valley bordered by mountains; to the west was another wall of more immediate cliffs, but it was a narrow route that smelled less like wolf and more like deer.

He did not have the capacity to take down a deer on his own, nor the inclination. Neither did he notice the presence of the other canine as they prowled beneath the tree, approaching while Kapros was distracted with his plotting.

Something did move in the underbrush, prompting Kapros to look sharply at the fern bed, and stride quick and cautious in pursuit. He thought he smelled a rat but after some observation, discovered that whatever he'd tracked had escaped.

He huffed in defeat around a frown.