heed the call

Perched atop a sturdy branch, Levi's ears flicked at the sound of paws crunching through snow. He enjoyed the silence of this place, how the winter months seemed to both smother and amplify every sound that flitted to his ears. Sometimes he found himself missing the hiss of the waves, the lapping of salty water against his paws, but this place was fine. He didn't care enough to complain, if this was where his family chose then he would remain just the same. He was aware of the new face that had been recruited to the Armada and assumed this walker was them, he didn't recognise the pattern of her steps, cautious but keen. Like she had something to prove.

And sure enough, she called out for help. Beckoned a hunt and needed many paws on the ground, tooth and claw sharp enough to bring down a moose. He had plenty of both but rarely partook in pack hunts, left it to the bigger, bulkier of his kin. But if this newcomer truly needed help then he saw no reason to deny her, to show his face and shed some blood to pass the time.

Clambering down from his spot, he landed on all four paws. Like a cat and just as dainty. it didn't take long to locate the newcomer, soft and brown, with eyes like blue agate. Rolling his shoulders, he considered what he wanted to say, if anything. No one else had turned up yet, it was just the two of them. Two strangers with little in common. He shifted his stance, the cold seeping into his bones as the snow rode up to just below his knees.

"Moose huh? Do you know what you're doing?"