The Bracken Woods Night of the Red Moon

Anubis kept forward in the foul unfurl of the Cold Sun. It was a lovely night, and while he couldn't fancy the night as much as the day, as the chill of a Dayless night slipped between the short hairs of his coat, this night was a wonderous one. The young Prince appreciated it for it's uncanny beauty, forgiving it for the unfair heat absence.

For most of all, this night reigned supreme by it's fertility. Bloodmoon's were notorious for either harboring misfortune, or blessings. A rain was awash, light mist raising the humidity tricefold, and as this would bore evil on typicalities, Anubis praised the scent enhancer. It would better the chance of coming across a meal.

Having nothing to fear, the handsome Tri-Year went about sniffing the wet air for just something, anything, that would prove him right. His slender muzzle came with a snort four minutes later, as within it's sensory, a new aroma arose. Another wolf.

Champagne laced jewels scanned the presented sights, and locked onto a form that stood upon the top of what appeared to be a log. Anubis did not know much of this area, but simply from breathing, he could taste the natural perfume of botanary decay, vines at work and moss pairing with lichens to take what boquet finery nature offered it.

The golds kept on the lupine as he made his way closer, and Anubis wondered if this one too, was looking to take down a meal. Too easy his long limbs cut the distance between he and his company, and with a melodious voice most men were not graced to obtain, Anubius announced himself to the one who had bore title of the Cold Sun.

"Have you too come seeking feeding, friend?"