Kolniður
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The deep shadows of the daytime forest was alive with the songs of birds. Normally, Coeus would grow annoyed by they consistent chatter, casting glares into the canopy that were wholly disregarded, but today his mood had been splendid and a fat rabbit had aided in that. Though he was not overly stuffed, it had been enough sustenance to maintain him for the day. The sunlight that picked its way through the leaves was also welcome, he enjoyed the light that dappled his pelt and could lie for hours in it. Currently, he followed an old deer trail that looked like he had not been used for many weeks. It was becoming overgrown but the ground beneath his calloused paws was firm. He did not often walk this path, for it lead into areas where the flora became so thick it was hard to navigate. Becca, the dappled mare that often accompanied him on such walks, detested this trail and turned back when she realized the path they were taking.

Coeus had allowed her leave and set off on his own, enjoying the solitude of the forest around him, other than the birds. Despite his amiable mood, he glanced upwards periodically, watching a brazen robin that had perched so close he would have liked to snap him up. Perhaps the birds made him lucky, as he was able to flank a rabbit, completely on accident and kill it. For that, he did thank the birds.

He glanced to the sides, noticing at once a clear path had been run through the dense greenery. It was odd, seeing such an obvious trail. Out of pure curiosity he approached and began sniffing around the edges, spying a tuft of fur caught around a branch. A brief sniff told him immediately that it was another canine, probably a wolf. His immediate response was to turn back around and avoid the interaction or possible conflict. A fight would most certainly ruin his mood. However, he his curiosity got the best of him. Any wolf that tore through foliage with such obvious vigor was worth a moment of interest. And if the encounter did resort to violence, he or she would probably be tired from the exertion of plowing through young vegetation.

With feather-light steps he started down the path, shouldering past the damaged plants. Ragged twigs tugged at his fur harmlessly as he brushed past and his eyes sought the end of the path eagerly. It was not a long trail, and at the end, a clearing opened up before him. Coeus exited the vegetation gingerly, testing his presence in the secret place. "Hello?" He questioned quietly, his thickly furred head lowering slightly. "I noticed your trail back there, might I say, it was quite a feat to get through there." He blinked, paused and fretted over whether following was a folly.


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