Lone Tree
12-12-2015, 10:39 PM
Scuttle, scuttle. Tall grass was another of Cesar’s favorite things. Once he had gotten over being upset that even grass was taller than he was, he found it wonderful for sneaking around in. Plus, it made a wonderful rustling noise. He could pretend to be a snake, or some other sneaky thing. He bet it was good for ambushes, and promptly decided that someday he would jump out and attack someone from this specific patch of grass. Not today though. Today he was having plenty of fun exploring and slinking about.
Up ahead he spotted a single tree and a single figure on the other side of the tree, heading his way, or maybe towards the tree. Ooh. Maybe he did want to jump someone today. Stalking would be fun… A crooked grin etched across his face, and he licked his lips idly while falling into a crouch. He’d head in the direction of the trekking wolf before getting close enough that he might be able to see them. And, although he had seen it before, he brimmed with interest and surprise when he managed to notice their eyes. Two colors! No way! He lifted his head up and tossed the idea of stealth. ”Heeeeeyyy!” he called – not sounding to be greeting, but rather, sounding almost accusatory.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.