Grouse Thicket when you asked for light

Tagging for visibility @Bane @Mazatl (if y'all want to join too)

From the coast the strigoi moved inland, awaiting Bane's final decision. He had a feeling, what with all of the wolves that the white-eyed wolf was gathering, or at least, intending on gathering, that the man would choose to settle soon. But for now, as long as the land lay encapsulated in ice and snow, he moved. The blood settled if he stayed still for too long, and Athan was not intent on dying just yet.

The strigoi pauses at a choir's rising tones, rumbling deep in his throat as he remembers his failed hunt here not too long ago. He is far from where he launched the attack on the woman, so he supposes that this is not the same group that attempted to take him down, but he is wary nevertheless.

He is stubborn though, and continues his venture southward despite their presence. This leads him face to face with the dull-toned woman, seeing her ruddy body from afar. The man chuffs lowly, his hunger not rising at the sight of her.