OOC/ Whoot! -416
The thud of the hare suddenly dropping to the ground caught his attention immediately even before she announced herself. His ears slammed forward and he rose his head, jerking it around to locate the sound. Then, he heard the ’woof.’ He’d been spotted and he reacted by standing himself up straighter, assuming his full height. His hairs bristled momentarily and he scanned the fence line. When he noticed that she was on the opposite side of the fence he eased and his fur settled, although curiosity set in. He hadn’t yet seen a gap in the fence, and was intrigued on how she could have reached the other side. Having access to the forest beyond would mean a larger prey base, and he could actually start hunting for himself, not that he really wanted to, but fresh meat was always more appealing, and he felt strong enough to try his luck again. For now, however, he had to be careful. His first meeting here had been decent, but he was still new and other canines might not always be so forgiving of him, nor would they often welcome a loner. He responded to his thoughts by raising his tail to arc just slightly above his spine.
She was the first canine he’d seen to have such a lanky figure and her fur easily classified her as having dog ancestry. He didn’t know what to think about that at first. There were no dogs in his former pack, and he’d certainly never seen any that looked like her. Perhaps it was simply where he was from. A dog would have a much harder time surviving the harsh climate, but here all kinds of canines seemed to dwell. His eyes caught the slightest glimpse of the hare on the ground, and he puffed with frustration. If only he’d gotten here sooner. Reluctantly, he took a breath to calm himself, not wanting her to get the wrong impression, unaware that she was doing the same. He hardly even noticed her bewilderment. He couldn’t help but glance at the hare from time to time, and the irritation showed plainly in the sharp lines of his brows. She announced herself, calling herself Caspa. With hesitation he revealed himself, Augustus. His voice was husky, but no longer so to disuse. He stole another glance at her, before his gaze dropped to the ground. He stared at no spot in particular, preferring to steal glances now and again rather than be so obvious.
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