Ravensblood Forest bonfire

He had allowed his mind to wander, frequenting on how greatly he disliked the coast, to wondering how alike the wolves belonging to the nearby pack would be to the western shore. And then to any similarity they may share with those he had encountered thus far. The beast held noted dislike for the Creek wolves, and though his malice towards the Plateau had subsided for now, he still wasn't particularly fond of them, either. In traveling between pools of sunlight, the beast had not noticed when the sun escaped him, leaving him to slide along in the cool darkness of a cluster of trees.

But so too did a shadow emerge there, manifesting among the gloom of the forest. He noticed her after she had smelled and identified him, caught in his curious thoughts. Raheerah ceased his pace almost immediately, holding no response in his posture besides the slow waving of his tail at level with his spine. Just as hope burned in him that this was one of the fabled coastal wolves, he realized she was bound by no such pack; it was only her scent that clung to her fur, telling that she was alone.

Where the beast easily could have dismissed her in favor of his current mission, he found himself intrigued. Creatures of such solitude always presented some kind of opportunity. He coiled around himself, maneuvering so that he would face her head-on. "Moove on, dooggg. I've nno prriiize foorr yoou to scaaveeennnge." He snorted and held his gaze, cocking his head slightly to hold her fully within the sights of his single eye.