Close to the morning, beasts began waking up. The first one to see him was the pair of foxes. They had been sleeping close. They avoided his eyes, looking everywhere but at him. In fact, any beast refused to look at him.
The intentional ignorance held slight fear and slight worry. Considering they were his enemy, there was something wrong with their gazes. Shouldn’t there be pride, or disdain, not avoidance and worry?
The griffin avoided looking at him too as he went to his perimeter duty, roaming a fixed distance east of their campsite.