The silver prince was not intimidated by the tomblike woodland with its towering coniferous trees and overgrown shrubbery. He had to admit that this forest held a haunting atmosphere, and the light drizzle along with the early morning mist did not help at all. But the thick canopy had its good points, most of the raindrops did not touch his fur at all, Harrey was glad, it would be utterly horrible to have a drenched coat. Horrible for his health and he would look terrible and unattractive. What a nightmare, if he had to get wet, at least make it be blood so he would look cooler.

Harrey trotted into the woods, the thick trees blocked out most of the light, the stormy clouds were not helping that matter at all. Shadows crept out at him, curling around the sturdy timbers, and here in Neverwinter Forest, darkness prevailed. The princeling's platinum silver coat did not blend in rather well, but with his skill, it was not as obvious as it could be. Fierce olive eyes scanned the path in front of him, shards of blue ice glowing. Usually they were not clear, blurred and blended against his murky green eyes, but here in this forest, they somehow stood out. Giving him the look of an avenging angel, and he liked that immensely.

He paused in his steps, sniffing the air, the smell of prey was strong. Like a bear or something had torn into it and left it half eaten, vultures should be feasting by the carcass now. It was an easy meal for a lone wolf and the northern prince would not throw this chance away, a small part of his brain whispered A prince like yourself, reduced to eating scraps? An utter disgrace! Harrey smirked briefly before adopting a stoic mask again, he was a prince and he was proud, but he knew when the give in. Life was a game of survival after all, and he wanted to be the winner.

Annoyance flashed through him as the scent of a female drifted towards him, and it increased when she appeared and made to walk towards him. And she was smiling, she was smiling for God's sake. He was not going to be smiled at, he should be feared and admired, she should be submitting to him, bowing to him. Not smiling at him. But the princeling restrained himself and kept a stoic indifferent look on his face. She was standing in his way, she, this pathetic white female, no not even white. This female with ugly red eyes was the only obstacle. The prince had no time for this.

Usually he would just charm the female to his side but she caught him when he was in a bad douchy mood, and there was no way he was treating her nicely now. Harrey normally treated the opposite sex as forms of entertainment rather than rivals or enemies, but when he was in this devilish, almost sadistic mood, it was different. The herbs he took usually stopped him from having episodes like this, but even if he was on them and he was angry, it made him abnormally sadistic. The plants had its own good and bad effects, but as long as it helped when he was mentally unstable, he was fine with them. However, Harrey could not seem to find more and his stock was running low, the irritation and annoyance at meeting nobody with potential information was getting to him.

The white prince eyed her boredly, the shards of blue ice in his murky green eyes piercing straight at her, like he was throwing daggers at her heart. He closed the distance between them with one smooth leap, landing gracefully in front of her, a smirk touched his lips as he looked at her. But the niceness only lasted for a few seconds for the yearling now drew his lips back in a snarl, gleaming alabaster fangs glowing in the darkness. His ears were flattened against his skull, and he was in a battle stance. It was easy to get around her, but he wanted a fight, or maybe he wanted something else.

"Get the fuck out of my way, bitch." Harrey paused, thinking. "Actually no, stay where you are, so I can shred you to pieces and have my way with you afterwards." he grinned devilishly now, but it somehow still looked angelic on his face.