Board Thread:Animal Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161203020627/@comment-31605619-20161207042434

Quince dropped the hare, pricking his ear. He had definitely heard something. "Er.. hello?" He called out, blinking curiously and positioning himself over the meat, just in case whatever had made the noise might be dangerous.

Bastett stopped momentarily, pricking his ears forward, his nose quivering just slightly as he listened, completely still. He could still smell the wolf he had been tracking- but it had stopped. Slowly, quietly, the dark wolf crept forward.