Duskfire Glacier from the chaos of your kingdom

It was the scent of recently spilled blood that lured Lambert deeper into the woods than he had intended to go. Though his present mission was set on finding shelter for a cold night here by the glacierlands, a detour for the prospect of filling his belly was not an unwelcome concept. Though the closer he came, the more he began to suspect fresh carrion wouldn't be on his menu tonight. The air swelled with the scent of another wolf, and he knew before he saw the steely predator that this was not an opportunity he wanted to claim.

The crow-wolf paused at the treeline, observing the young, powerful wolf and his half-eaten catch at a distance, his eyes filled with a subdued longing for both company and something to eat. Lambert didn't appear malnourished by any means, nor did he have a single thought in his head that would encourage him to try and take from the brute, but that didn't stop the rumbles of protest from his gut as his bloodthirst unwillingly reared up like a demon in his throat.

An involuntary whine escaped him even as he tried to swallow it back, and in the resulting patheticness he felt, Lambert tipped back his ears and (not for the first time) wished he was rendered invisible.