Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

Of course not! I've been admiring your characters from afar And yep, seven months :D

His small nose hovered inches above the ground, tail tip twitching as he tried to sort through the numerous scents that lined the sandy ground. He knew he had to find some sort of fox trail, one he could follow that hopefully led to a den – that was what his father had taught him, right? Or was it a badger? Grunting, the boy shook his head in frustration and rounded a rather large tree, searching for any looseness near the base where he could possibly scrape out a hollow to sleep in. However, he was weak from hunger and fatigue and his claws were not suited to digging up hardened dirt. Already, Atreyu was wondering if he should just try his luck back near the shoreside again, he remembered seeing some caves further back that were surely not inhabited.

The strong sharp scent of another suddenly caught the boy's attention. He quickly stood up straight, glancing back and forth before turning and glancing over at an imposing stranger, cursing himself for not paying enough attention. He hadn't heard the soft noise the man had produced but he sure had noticed him. He cut an intimidating figure, like something out of one of his father's tales, with scars marring one side of his face. Some forest guardian perhaps? Unsure of what to do, Atreyu stood with his tail slowly curling beneath his legs, his confidence wavering. "Uh...hey," he said, his voice breaking.