King Elk Forest when i was a child

thanks for joining! c: based his failure at hunting on this dice roll

 

It became apparent to the Fearghal monarch that he would not eat this morning. The trail was fresh but he realized as it grew poignant in strength that there was the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air and sure enough a smeared blood trail across the bracken and locusts carcasses revealed that he was too late. Something had beaten him to it, left it devoured, little more than gristle, bone and an untouched head remaining. A shake of his head was given and a soft noise of discontent rumbled from deep within his chest moments before a low snort left his black, leathery nostrils. He remained for a few seconds longer, though he knew if there were any other small woodland creatures that had been occupying this little area the sound of this rabbit being devoured would have, no doubt, scared them off.

It was when he turned to head deeper into the forest's heartland that he discerned quickly that he was not as alone as he'd once assumed. Her scent carried faintly upon the wind, yet as she neared he heard the heavy footfalls of her approach, and soon his fiery red-orange gaze touched upon her, an orange-tan with obsidian colored mask, throat, under's and legs. His gaze flickered down, lazily, to the woman's paws, eyes drawn by the heavy scars they bore. For a second, he was contemplative before he shrugged it off. His ears slicked back to rest atop his skull at half mast as he stared at her in a pensive silence, intent not to be the first one to break the silence.