Swiftcurrent Creek just follow the smell

lecter's fave cologne is eau de zombie. and that's totally fine <3

Since his altercation with the brawny male on the edge of the Vale, the pale shaman had kept to himself. Coupled with the wounds he had received that day, the agonies that clutched his heart in hot talons had not lessened; the remembrance of Jinx entwined with the dark male.

He would not go to her again, Lecter had decided in a fit of anger. If she no longer wished for him, in the same way that she had been so quick to sacrifice his children to Sos, then he would not press her to love him any longer.

Hunger gnawed at his belly and eventually forced the old witch out of seclusion, toward a nearby cache. Unbeknownst to him, a young wolf followed his trail in the opposite direction, and icewater eyes alighted on a lithe form in the darkness. Halting, Lecter growled a warning, unwilling to entertain unwanted company at this point in time.