come a little closer

It was Basilisk’s first time exploring beyond the borders of their new territory. He liked Mile High Woods, with its infinite possibilities. Like a giant playground, built for a wolf with his type of claws. That was why he had set about to build a treehouse, nestled among some leaning trunks. But Redwood was wonderful in a different sort of way. There would be no building or climbing among these giants. Here, a boy who outstretched every wolf in his life in height could feel small. He just wasn’t sure he liked the feeling.

He could get lost among these redwoods. Even with his falcon soaring silently in the sky above him. It was hard to get an aerial view of home when the towering trees blocked everything below them. He set out to nosing through the undergrowth so far below them. Catching the scent of moss, and decaying leaves beneath the winter frost. He was so distracted by his wanderings, he didn’t notice the stranger immediately. He found her eyes on him and he stilled. Looking for a threat in her gaze, but finding none. She seemed to be indicating something… silent but certain. He pulled his nose up and scented. Finding the buck she must be hunting with his nose. He realised how close he had come to bumbling his way over her hunt and ruining it. He glanced back towards the stranger, who’s icky blue gaze could be a mirror of his own. Her fawny coat seemed to be better made for these redwoods then the brighter toned Fatalis. Perhaps he could file that down as the reason she had spotted him first.

Finally understanding that she was offering him to join her hunt, he gave a decisive nod. A sharp incline of his head as he looked towards the short stranger. He made a gesture of his own. Brushing his paw across the ground silently, gesturing for her to proceed. To take the lead. He could play nice, and this was her hunt. He would follow her.

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