((OOC: Oooh, oooh, I'm a suitable meal.
xp ))
Xeros, a pup young enough to have yet properly learned of fear or sense, had been hiding in the brush waiting diligently for her parent(s?) to return. It had been an unbearable amount of time since they had been gone.
Hearing motion nearby she froze. However once the scent reached her she perked up. This noisy thing smelled right. It was not one of the ones who had been there before... but it smelled so right. Xeres slowly and awkwardly moved towards the tree. She was creating a great deal of blatant rustling.
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