Rise up or fall down.

A pair of plum and shocking blue pools shift, taking in the surroundings around him. Whistling Willows one of his favorite areas. He's heard the call from a younger woman summoning for a battle over packs. A chuckle as he laid there, all the while the waters ripples and shimmered under the moons rays. His eyes looking to his reflection that moved with the dark liquids. Owls hooted from the branches, some little prey animals scurried along the warm ground. Curling his tail around his hind quarters, he was lost within thought. But not in a bad way, not at all. He was the thinker, the silent one who was always careful with his surroundings. But that was something he had learned day after day. However, many would wonder why he was like that. He just was. He didn't have no explanation about it what so ever.

"Speech!"