Otter Creek bleed and blister

As he sat, with his shoulders hunched and his head hanging above his chest, the beast let his mind wander. His single molten eye remained locked on the gentle flowing creek, but his thoughts drifted back to the Vale, to the faces of his packmates, to Lham. He hoped that she was fairing well enough without his presence. The oily beast had been tentative of leaving the borders, with his Goddess weighing heavy on his mind, and then his light; his warriors had proven fairly proficient in defending the borders, but how would they do without his constant instruction? Of course the dragon failed to wander too far - should they call, he would be able to hear at least an echo in the skies and charge to their aid.

For now, the skies were silent.

He sucked in a breath, only to hear the sound of footfall in the snow. Out of the corner of his eye he looked, but she very quickly spoke out, chipper and so unwitting. Raheerah had not been expecting company, especially that of a plateau wolf. His gaze locked on her, and sloely he turned to hold her within his entire sights. His lips still drew back in a doggish pant and he slowly analyzed her before his words came, equally as paced in calculated meter. "Foorrr whaat reeaason dooees thiiis oonne beliiieeeeve such a thiing?" His voice was reserved, unsettlingly so.

Still it carried the undertones of amusement. It was not good natured as the amusement he held with Xi'nuata; rather, it was foreboding, unnerving. He refused to lose her from his sights, locking that one burning eye on the form of the stranger that dared to tread so near him.