Things were quiet, for the most part. A noise here and there, but nothing that overly drew his attention. Small noises might typically alert prey, but for Thally they were mostly ignored. Maybe it was because the young man relied on his eyes more than his ears; a trait that would need to change as he grew older and more capable in his pack.
It was the moment he heard the so called banshee that the young man became aware of his brother’s presence. Thalos was startled, his eyes widening as he instantly shied away from the screaming... and right off the rock he was on.
Luckily for Thalos rather than sliding into the rapids he fell on the grassy bank, hitting his rear end hard upon the ground. Thalos would gasp, fur fluffing up as he tried to prepare for the “attack” of his brother.
