[Dingo]

[ Emberstep stalked into the clearing. The tom typically wasn't seen often. Reserved and serious, he wasn't much for fun conversations. Of course, he wanted to change that. He trained his amber hues along the camp, looking for an empty place to settle. The large tom's gait quickened into a hasty trot as he pinpointed an empty, yet shady patch of grass. ]

`Finally, some peace and quiet.` [ The tom thought bitterly to himself. His long and wiry whiskers twitched with annoyance as he picked a few strands of grass out of his rippling pelt. ]

--(Woo, let's hope I'm doing this right, shall we?)--