Five nights at weeping woods

The darkness surrounded the maroon male as he raised his nostrils upward. The scent of a few passerby's had caught his attention; however, this land was new, and, to him, held many secrets and varieties of plants and animals. His bi-colored optics shifted from side to side, when he raised his orbs upward in curiosity and curiousness. A stream? The winter seemed to have given a small layer of snow upon the landscape, but the tree's leaves helped block some of the snow. Though, most of it will more than likely fall onto the ground when the leaves cannot hold the snow up much longer.

His paws crunched upon the ground as his white markings seemed to reflect from the moon's glow, but he paid no heed to it. He sat down upon his haunches, bringing his cranium low and lapping at the frigid liquid, quenching his thirst. A scent soon caught his attention as he turned his head, happening to see an ebony-faced woman, about a year younger than he is. He gave a friendly smile and lifted his head.

"Pardon for bothering you, ma'am. If you do not wish for company, I will be more than happy to be on my way," Otaktay explained, his voice deep and calming, yet still kind and generous.