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It was a cherished factor in the males life, he was growing used to it until that pesky female Misha to drive him away from his home temporary so he could escape the stench of one so unworthy. Which lead him to the mile-high woods, this landscape with trees that seemed to reach up towards his divine home, it's meaning did not escape him, nor did it elude him. If he could each the top of the trees, he could go back home, he could hold the angels of divine providence between his paws once again, lick away the tears, allow their tender hearts to smother within his grasp. The fall...it was what drove him insane.

Snap. What was that he did hear? The male turned is head slowly toward the direction of a twig snapping under the weight of some other creature. Investigation? The male lowers his head to run at the same level as his spine as he stalks through the underbrush. Legs drag, and then vibrantly pump under him as he lurches over a branch and then lands on it's other side, his eyes narrowing as he cuts down his gaze to see further.

"A pup?" His thoughts circled within his mind as he approaches, but then another appears within his view. "Female," his thoughts quickly add on as his tongue makes its way across his lips, gaze flicking between the female and then pup, this could provide entertainment. He watches them interact, her questioning the pup, who decided it would be a good idea to make tree climbing a hobby. "Very interesting."

Imonde didn't know what sort of pack would teach the art of climbing trees...The man twitches his nostrils inhaling their scents and noting that there was no dominate scent that ruled their furs. Perhaps they where like him then? One who did not care for the weakness that a pack brought.

He would then turn his head upwards as the last thought slips away, flicking his ears toward the female and the pup as the regards the broken branch in the tree. "You are in-jured?"

'thoughts'
"Speech"