Darkstripe

Well, look at you… a new face.” Darkstripe’s yellow eyes glint with curiosity. “You’ve wandered into my little corner of the forest. Lucky you.” He sits up, giving his chest fur a quick lick. “Name’s Darkstripe. Don’t mind the scowl—this is just how I look when I’m… thinking.” A faint, sly smile curves his muzzle. “Since you’ve padded all the way here, I suppose I should say… welcome. Let’s see if you can keep up.”