Wooden Giants

Rannoch blinked his great mossy eyes as the wolf regarded the stark black raven. She fluttered her wings and jumped back at his approach before the wolf seemed to notice his presence. Rannoch rotated his neck and stomped a massive hoof onto the loamy soil before he stepped forward. His great weight sunk into the needle rich soil as he revealed his massive form. The shade of the giant trees dabbled over his forest coat and he lowered his head just slightly.

He wouldn’t be put off guard by the wolf’s statement, but unless he had friends that suddenly appeared Rannoch was in relative safety. Despite the wolf’s soft voice Rannoch’s satellite like ears had no trouble picking up his voice in the quiet forest. "Can you truly claim friendship with a creature that is supposed to be your enemy?” He asked curiously.

"Rannoch"