Lately, however, the scent of the others had been replaced by the scent of those that were new. She still wasn't sure that she wanted to get particularly close to anyone—and could you blame her? Zombie had been abandoned time and time again. But despite that lingering fear, the thin yearling was curious about the new scents in the air. She ventured from her den, intending to cross paths with one of them, but masking it under the guise of searching for useful herbs that lay blackened beneath the snow.
He paused with a single forepaw skimming against the freshly powdered earth...its tufted toe tips leaving microscopic divots upon the surface where it hung in place. A chuff, light and airy, hailed the pack mate whose name he did not yet know. His plumage waved once, twice, and a third time to accompany the amiable call; the curious thrust of audits eager to catch anything she might toss back his way at the moment his existence was realized.
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I'm also amused that this thread is going to be a little like Tigger and Eeyore...
A quiet chuff echoed over the snow-covered plateau, an airy sound that nevertheless cut through the air without hinderance. Her ears rose to catch and analyze it, and Zombie cautiously lifted her head to look in the direction from which it came. Her ploy had worked, it seemed. She feigned casual interest, as if she were only being polite but was otherwise indifferent to the situation, though she was truly satisfied to be meeting one of the new faces. If only because it meant that her dissatisfaction with Hawkeye and the Plateau could be validated.
His posture was all friendly, tail sweeping as if he were waving at a friend. Her expression grew slightly darker, though it wasn't exactly aggressive, and Zombie rose so that her posture was taller and a twinge more dominant. Still, when she began to move towards him, her gait was more of a lethargic shuffle. "Good morning," she offered, in her usual flat tone, "if it is a good morning."
"Well it's a morning," he speculated with a desperate reach for humor. "And given the choices of good or bad for its description I'd go with good." The last sentiment almost gathered a question's inflection as his eyes moved delicately toward Zombie's feet in a show of submission to her posturing.
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