Redhawk Caldera witch's butter

from a distance, aaron made out the black pelt of the female he'd met when he arrived at this wretched place. she was putting sticks on top of a dead woman when he noticed her (just like he'd said, someone would be dead within the week), and he watched with vague interest. he was far more interested in her as a wolf, as a female specifically, though he had no plans to make any moves on anyone-- not in this place, and not when his very image had been spat upon with such a rank.

but then she began to gnaw on one of the sticks, and his gaze narrowed. when she turned and left he found himself intrigued, and he began after her with long, sweeping strides. she's surely heard or scented his presence nearby, but he let out a chuff from a bit off so she would wait on him.