[@echoes-from-the-void | 'Tuna' ] They always tell you not to feed wildlife, and for most people, that rule is self-explanatory. But does it still apply when the wildlife is breathing down your neck, begging for just a bite? Was this creature even truly wildlife?
Two sets of glowing purple eyes stared him down, their smoky black fur blending into the shadowy undergrowth. The animal’s nose twitched as it took a deep inhale, then those same eyes shifted to his pockets.
Whatever the creature is, it is certainly something.
Being something that is massive, hairy, densely built, a bit smelly, and clearly lacking any sense of personal space, Dennis has every reason to keep away from it and a million more that should push him into running too. Yet, despite everything, Dennis remains fixed where he stands, meeting the creature's gaze with with cautious hope.
"Hey, man," he speaks softly while lifting a hand to touch the snout that's giving him the sniff down of a life time, "You good? We cool?"