Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

A low rumble sounded within his throat as he slunk through the forest, his cold sapphire gaze focusing on the darkness ahead as he manoeuvred his way around the trees and shrubs. And as he moved, there seemed to be no sign of the crafty spiderling around and now, Vandal thought himself to be searching in vain. His dirty socked paws came to a gradual halt and the brute now stood, still within the darkness of the wood, that is, until the male decided to sniff the air, thinking he'd lost the child's trail entirely.

Slowly, the tyro turned his head as the cold nightly winds blew through the territory, leathery nostrils flaring as the aromas of the forest filled his nose and finally, the faint whiff of Potema's offspring as he lowered his snout to the ground, her scent leading back through the entrance to the tunnel systems. Van stared at the entrance, paws shifting him forward as he gaze into the black abyss of the tunnels, allowing a devilish smirk to creep its way across his maw, ”Well played lil'one.” He whispered to himself, tail giving an amused flick behind him as he ventured after the sneaky little rogue and back into the tunnels.