Oh now this was more favorable terrain. Where one struggled, the other survived. Pipin moved through the mire like a creature of habit, having learned from his time with his prior pack. He was nearly a shadow as he slipped through the landscape with his eyes set ahead. There was the faintest humming coming from him, as he was in good spirits today. The fogginess wasn't there. A clear mind led to clear thoughts which led to soft cornflower eyes alighting on the auburn boy before him, only just now garnering his attention in the distance. A yearling, malleable and fresh... and as attention-seeking as a beacon on the horizon.
Pipin's pace slowed, his ears perking up. A red coat like this was more unique than the richer ginger tones of his usual fascination. Each step slowed the closer he got. His eyes flicking to the skull the boy carried with him, to the disheveled fur, to the fact that the near-child was alone in the world by himself. The sandy man's tongue flicked across his nose as the intensity of his expression deepened.
And so began the game of cat and mouse.
Pipin's pace slowed, his ears perking up. A red coat like this was more unique than the richer ginger tones of his usual fascination. Each step slowed the closer he got. His eyes flicking to the skull the boy carried with him, to the disheveled fur, to the fact that the near-child was alone in the world by himself. The sandy man's tongue flicked across his nose as the intensity of his expression deepened.
And so began the game of cat and mouse.