His ears perked up. The melodic tone reached them, his body leaning towards the sound. A comforting sensation filled him, no doubt perhaps what the singer had meant it to be. Yet he shook his head, his face becoming that of stone. People were less trustworthy than animals from his past experience.
He took a tentative sniff, nose in the air. His mouth twisted into a scowl as he scented nothing. He decided to follow the sound instead, his footsteps silent as he threaded through. Just this once he would give… whoever this being was a moment of his trust. Only his tail swished by him, showing off his nervousness when nothing else had.
Closer and closer, he honed in, the sound growing, the words becoming clearer. The language slowly dawned on him, the sobering tone touching deep. Of his people did this belong to him and it made him think of home.
He stepped through the bush and paused at the sight of the congregation before him. The source belong to a Kelahati, an older one that put his age to shame. His eyes narrowed at the small animals hiding beneath the being's clothing. No doubt they saw him as a protector and immediately he became sour.
There wouldn't be another opportunity after this and he had no intentions to continue hunting on another territory, even if - his eyes shifted to the deer - he was hungry.
He continued to take cautious steps forward. “Are these your lands?” He spoke up and asked. It was rude to say nothing.
He took a tentative sniff, nose in the air. His mouth twisted into a scowl as he scented nothing. He decided to follow the sound instead, his footsteps silent as he threaded through. Just this once he would give… whoever this being was a moment of his trust. Only his tail swished by him, showing off his nervousness when nothing else had.
Closer and closer, he honed in, the sound growing, the words becoming clearer. The language slowly dawned on him, the sobering tone touching deep. Of his people did this belong to him and it made him think of home.
He stepped through the bush and paused at the sight of the congregation before him. The source belong to a Kelahati, an older one that put his age to shame. His eyes narrowed at the small animals hiding beneath the being's clothing. No doubt they saw him as a protector and immediately he became sour.
There wouldn't be another opportunity after this and he had no intentions to continue hunting on another territory, even if - his eyes shifted to the deer - he was hungry.
He continued to take cautious steps forward. “Are these your lands?” He spoke up and asked. It was rude to say nothing.
