Ninebark shifted himself silently across the outskirts of the Down, heading straight towards the shelter that Ivy had created for herself and the two little ones that had been banished to attempt at survival with he and the other hlessi that had arrived not so long ago. He was curious.
That was the only real, plausible explanation for the crimson furred lop, one as red as blood, to be traveling out this way. And, of course, to speak with them and check up on them, but he was thirsty for knowledge and it had been a while since the strange buck had seen any of them.
As he came nearer to the place Ivy and the kittens were, he slopwed his pace to an easy hop, then came to a halt, then paused on his haunches to drink in his surroundings with his pale pink eyes. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
