The area was looking nice and clear from where the Acidic boy stood. It didn’t really look like there was anybody in sight, and the only scent he could really pick out was that of the border marker around him, declaring the lands as claimed. Well, well, it looked like the boy was in luck. He grinned slightly, spotting another pike in the distance. This one didn’t have just a skull though—there was fur there, and a lot of it. Intruigued the boy quickly made his way over there, eager to find out what else this pack liked to hang up on sticks.
As he neared it, something seemed off about the pelt hanging on the old wood. But wait, that wasn’t just a pelt. Was that… a person? The discovery startled the boy, who was so certain that he would be able to sneak around here alone. He stumbled backwards in surprise, tripping over his own feet as he moved faster than he had expected. Woah, shit, he muttered as he went down, landing unceremoniously on his ass. He shook his head as he tried to clear his thoughts. And then, blue eyes drifted up to the figure clinging to the old wooden pike in front of him. Uh, hey there. A mischievous grin slipped to his maw. Whatcha doin’ up there, man? Being all sneaky like that, who would do such a thing? Perish the thought!