What we make of it

Chaos ears flickered at the faint sound of pawsteps before they stopped, and he came to a stop too to peer alertly through the orchard. Deep in thought he may be, but Chaos has survived this long in life by being aware enough to not be taken by surprise. He had enemies aplenty who would no doubt be pleased to catch him with his metaphorical pants down and - if he was lucky - beat the shit out of him.


The wolf he saw didnt seem to be waiting in ambush, but rather just… waiting. She didnt seem to be holding herself fearfully, like she was afraid of him noticing her. So what was she waiting for? For him to go by unaware and not need to socialize? Well, how rude, he chuckled to himself with amusement. A perverse desire filled him, the desire to make her interact with him anyway just because she had tried to avoid him, and he cocked a brow at her with a lazy grin, sidling closer. "Hey," he called out casually.

Through no fault of the poor dear's own, she had caught him at a time he desperately needed distraction, and Chaos knew no better way to distract himself than to pester someone else.