spring peepers

Movement. Movement. Lykos flung his head back, piercing blue eyes searching the source, his body tense and ready to flee if it proved dangerous - but alas, it was not. It was merely a small female, who, by the smell of it, was an adult. She'd turn and call him young, and it was not inaccurate; however, he was definitely taller than her. She seemed to tiny. He flipped his head back around then, resisiting the urge to just ignore her, and he'd stand. His left paw - the injured one - was kept bent, the toes barely touching the ground. He was barely taller than her - either she was taller than he thought or he was shorter than he believed himself to be. "I'm fine," he lied, though it was obvious that he was favoring his left paw