Forget it, forget it all

The quite of the approaching night was a shroud of peace that wrapped around the Valhalla brute. As with the presence of water he also loved the nights, listening to the sound of owls in the distance, the feel of the cooler night wind and the soft murmur of life that counted as silence in the nightly forest. He could hear the tinkle of water before he saw it, could smell its freshness on the wind. He had not caught the scent of the other creature near the water of yet, did not know of her presence until he could hear her frantic movements, hear the sound of her stumble and her whimper. Until the whimper he had thought it a creature of prey, had crouched, with a swish of his tail behind him as he considered his hunt. He had kept to complete silence until he had heard the lupin-sounding whimper and knew it was a canine he approached.



He stilled his movements, he was not within sight, the moment he thought her prey had kept himself down wind, but he ceased all such action against her now, listening intently to what had caused the whimper. He could see no source of her discomfort and so without approaching, so as not to startle he called out to her.

[color=silver] ?Young miss, is all well?? [color]

He still did not approach, simply cocked his head to the side and waited for her reply. He was ready to jump to her aid if she needed it, but he was not sure her pain was quite that external.