Wooden Giants

Arató turned his attention to the surrounding foliage where he believed his cervid company to be. His tail swayed behind him and his hackles rose along his back with anticipation. While it was not unusual for ravens to approach a wolf, deer were typically far less willing to do so. He knew he was not much of a threat on his own, but remained curious about the animal. He remained crouching, silver gaze scanning the forest with a whine of excitement. “Come out, my hooved friend, I only bite the rabbits and squirrels who scamper and scury,” he muttered mostly to himself in a barely audible hush.