Gallant Huntsman

“Perhaps he does. One can never be certain.”

“It is easier to think that way, si.. How are you feeling, amico? It has been some time since I have seen you up and about like this.”

                beneath his feet, he WANDERS aimlessly through the forest, so wide && VAST in its expanse ⎯                 he  cannot  help  but  feel  no different than the ANT, so minuscule && insignificant in size . only                 the  WIND  brushing  against  the  canopy  of tree leaves seems to be his sole COMPANY … for                 a while anyway, until an unfamiliar growl reaches feline ears && puts him on ALERT .                   only  when  he  HEARS  the  unprecedented  presence  does  he  turn, eyes wide with surprise,                   muscles tense as his gaze meets theirs . it takes him a MOMENT to register his words ⎯ did he                  just say this is HIS territory ? could he perhaps be a guardian of some sort ?                   ❝ I … forgive  my  trespassing,  uh … sir . I mean no HARM, ❞  he responds, hands held before                  him DEFENSIVELY . ❝ are you perhaps the guardian of this forest ? ❞

“..I am a follower of Romulus,” He spoke clearly, with his chest puffed out to emphasize his pride. Though he was no longer clutching his weapon as a means to attack, he kept himself armed. “..You do not sound as though you are from around this place, sconosciuto. Are you perhaps lost, and looking for the city of Roma?”

“And what is this?”