Verdant Basin my feet shall run because of you

He was judging her, assessing her as someone who would be weak to his attack. He was grateful for the deer's presence, a distraction as he watched her, though there were no blessings without curses. The ungulate's lone position attracted others, three others, hungry and intent. They were strong and moved as one; a small band, perhaps? Whatever they were to each other, they had spotted him. The strigoi cursed to himself, knowing that he had no luck in finding a kill in the pale woman. He glared at her, wanting; she did not know how lucky she was. 

The others intrigued him more than just the contents of their veins, however. Their leader was a massive woman; he would never take her down on his own, or without her being incapacitated first. For that, he instantly gave her the respect she deserved. The second woman was average in appearance, save for her elongated smile. The third, a man, was just as large and broad as the first woman, with burning eyes. They were interesting.

His eyes turned to the ungulate, wondering if it sensed the growing throng of wolves around it. He had no true interest in hunting as the others did, but he could not get through the winter on blood alone.