[A rumble echoes from his throat through the foilage as he pads his way into the open clearing, shaking his mane out to free it of twigs and leaves. It's still a little hard to see the edges of her form clearly, but he's able to make her out somewhat now that she's actually provided him movement to track.]
In some kinda way, yeah.
[He's glad to know at least this is temporary, having seen others do it by now.]
The hell you doin' out here? This forest ain't for just anyone to waltz into yaknow.
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In some kinda way, yeah.
[He's glad to know at least this is temporary, having seen others do it by now.]
The hell you doin' out here? This forest ain't for just anyone to waltz into yaknow.