3/25/2025, 1:41 AM
His sense of smell wasn't very good, so Trygve zeroed in on the sound of the twig and kept moving without paying much mind to what he could smell.
He rounded a bush, pawsteps hurried as he hopefully closed the gap between him and his quarry, only to come to a sudden and flinching halt as there stood a shadow in his way. She could almost be mistaken for the shadows between the leaves and trees, except for the streaks of sable and flecks of dirty gold and cream in her coat. He lifted its chin, giving the stranger a vaguely vitriolic, suspicious glare to cover for the way she'd genuinely startled him just by standing there.
Whadd'ya want?The boy spat, before Akira's lilting tone reached his ears.
She'd brought him food. It wasn't the first time, and he was reminded of her kindness in the woods when the sea had first spat him out, half-grown but so thoughtless and bruised and helpless he might as well have been newly born.
Its expression softened slightly, not losing much of his grouchy glare but directing it away from the odd child and toward the trees. His nose wasn't the best, but he knew Akira wouldn't let him wander too close to packlands without at least a warning. She was trustworthy, and he was smart enough to keep his nose out of trouble.
....You hungry?
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