Emberwood I'm just telling the truth

@Harmony

The Valento had not slept the past night, and he looked on with mild disdain as the first few rays of morning light began to peek over the horizon, night's curtain having been lifted from the sky. He'd travelled, through the late hours, to the the woodland beside the previous one - he noticed few differences, though there was a distinct increase of prey within this particular forest. Perhaps he could sneak within the undergrowth and leap upon an unsuspecting rabbit, but he was sure he'd been spotted already. Few other predators stalked the woods and so it would not surprise him to know that the prey were aware of his own presence.

Drawing out his tongue to flick over his incisors, the stone-grey male continued to slip betwixt the trees, gazing up as a few browning leaves rustled and then fell softly to the ground. Autumn was upon them.