Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

He found himself within the Wilds once again, seemingly unable to distance himself from the place no matter how far he roamed. Perhaps it was because he felt he lacked some sort of purpose, and this place was the only one he really had any connection to. He knew he could always travel back to Red Canyon, but what was there for him but bones and dust? He missed Wednesday. Not that he really missed her company, he just had become so used to following her commands and leaving decisions to her (even if those decisions were terrible and had led to her death).

So the man wandered, leading a simple existence.

Upon discovering he was vaguely familiar with the forest he found himself in, Gristle gave a small huff of fascination before pressing onwards. Night had fallen and, with it, the need to rest. Though, his stomach also hungered and the beast was torn between sleep and food (which wasn't an uncommon thing). Ears swivelling forwards, he tried to pick up on the faint footfalls of any rodents who dared to emerge at this hour, dark eyes flashing as he searched hungrily. The sight of a pale-furred figure ahead caught his attention momentarily but he was quick to realise she wasn't exactly a viable food option. The man growled under his breath softly at the thought of competition, moving to redirect his path away from hers.