Horizon Ridge shadow runner

For @Drogon. Worst post ever — but I wanted to get this rolling!

He skirted Ravensblood Forest – he knew exactly where he planned to settle, and while Blacktail Deer Plateau had been tempting, it felt haunted now by the memories of his past – and if he had gone to visit it, he would have even noted that another group of wolves had worked to set up camp there. His eyes gleamed with a hint of dark bemusement as his broad muzzle swung back to look at the forest. There had been a pack there prior that had worked its way to an alliance with Donnelaith also – one he hadn’t overly approved of, and now they too had vanished. The coast remained open once more, and he was going to be quick to stake claim to part of it.. if he could find the followers, that was.
 
Loping forward, Constantine’s black form was striking against the setting of the sun. The ridge shadows danced from the emboldened orange sky – he moved along with them in the manner of a predator, his stride holding purpose. Autumn chill tinged the air, and it reminded the Mayfair that he would need to hunker down for winter soon. The time to rebuild had come.
 
With little promise or even threat on the ridge thus far, his gaze drifted back to Ravensblood Forest – and without much more hesitation, the shadow runner would move toward it, eager to begin placing his scent upon what would eventually be the borders of a pack if he could pull one together.