Autumn Leaves Fall

Tiberius knew it was dangerous to play so close to the soldier's lands, but what was life if you are going to always play in the shadows? The young and strapping wolf strutted into the woods, the autumn colors were a pleasant surprise and with such a nice canopy of trees, the summer heat was thwarted. No wonder those crown-following drones loved this place, and loved to spend their days here. When autumn did finally return to the lands, he would enjoy that blessing to the fullest. The summer was nice and all, but the heat could be a little too much, and the need to constantly find shade was annoying. He walked around the place, strutting as his shoulders rolled back and forth, his tail swaying gently behind himself. He did not want to seek out any treasure here, for he recalled what happened the last time he had collected a treasure from within a forest, of course - that was an entirely different forest from this one, but still - that PTSD was still present.

Dual-colored eyes looked up and down the area, and soon he crossed into a space where the heavy stench of their filthy scent was obviously present. It was like a giant sign waving int he breeze as to say "hey, we own these woods". But before he could find the opportunity to turn back, his stomach growled with such a deep hunger. Grimacing, he knew he could not turn now. Not when there was a promise of food in this place. Hare, deer - you name it, it was probably here. "God damnit..." he said to himself as his nose moved closer to the ground. It did not take long to find the sweet scent through the filth that dominated this terrain. He was going to track down that hare and eat it - hopefully before some of the filth might come and find him.

"He speaks." | He thinks.
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"Tighten the rear,"
Baritones commanded, and the soldiers obeyed. I sneered, the expression cut off by scarring.
"Watch where you’re going,"
I growled, and they straightened their formation even more so. The front of my outfit, a very well trained soldier and one of my favorites, took notice of something in the wood. He gestured, and spoke. "Lieutenant," and as he regarded me, my head swung in the direction.

A lone man, wandering through the redwood. Perhaps a soldier? Perhaps higher than that? Maybe even a healer?

Or none of it.

The sneer fixated into a rather taut, stoic expression as my attention turned back to my soldiers.
"Break time."
The look I flashed my most revered soldier was one of recognition he took in effortlessly. He ushered the troops this way and that, but weren’t seen as a true threat, unless otherwise called. It was then I broke away to approach the man, weaving and winding through the trees. Out of side of my outfit, I was finally close enough to call out.
"You have business here?"
Colossal form stood proudly, steeled with authority as booming vocals were laced in demand, yet void of attitude. Matter of fact, like a higher ranking addressing a lower. It was then I simply waited, but by the looks of his posture and the way he carried himself - there was no soldier’s pride there. I’d wait for his response, my one good eye scanning him with skepticism.

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ounds of a soldier commanding his lesser beings filled the air. Tiberius grumbled to himself. His eyes nonchalantly looked towards the group as he came to slow down. He was curious now, and this one male had the attitude he was expecting from someone of their regime. The male came towards him and Tiberius was not excited to be verbally assaulted by this male's question. He grumbled as he rolled his eyes to the commanding official. "What is your business here?" he retorted back at the other. He really was not feeling as though he wanted to be cooperative with this meat head standing before him. Tiberius could tell that this male was just like many of the other soldiers he had come across during his years. "So what kinda stick do you have shoved up your ass? Birch or are you more of an oak guy?"

@White Timber

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