Haunted Wood how to rule gods and monsters

The Soturi heard the sound of approaching footfalls, ears perking atop his skull as he tries to discern if it is merely a trick of the fog or if he truly hears them. His fatal mistake is in brushing it off as a trick; until they grow louder and more distinct and the muscles hidden by baby pudge that has yet to melt into hardened muscle of puberty tense and he takes a rapid, single breath before he spins to face the stranger that has came across him as said stranger lets out a rumble. There is no trace of fear upon Kahl’s face as glacial eyes take in the older male; bearing a coat of the richest umbra (seriously, what was with all these wolves that bore pelages of the night?). For the briefest of moments he mistakes the stranger for the Dark Master but realizes quickly that he is not and the boy lets out a incoherent grumble, followed by a short, hissing huff. “Who’re you?” the warlord in the making demands of the older man, the boy's hackles ruffling as they bristle.