Oh. Well, there's somebody big, Frisk thinks from their place perched yet another tree. They're getting better at flying--if they'd been looking up when he'd been streaking through the sky, they might've thought to join.
After watching for a few minutes, they head closer, gliding from tree to tree. They're even pretty quiet, too. And eventually, they make it to the edge of the little clearing.
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Date: 2016-10-11 03:40 am (UTC)After watching for a few minutes, they head closer, gliding from tree to tree. They're even pretty quiet, too. And eventually, they make it to the edge of the little clearing.
"Hello?" they call. They're sort of hidden.