Dragoncrest Cliffs there's a fine line between weird and beautiful and that line is covered in jellyfish

Artaax remained clueless to the way he had affected Furi when they'd first met. He hadn't spared a second thought to the girl after she'd left, nor to his fairly inconsiderate behavior towards her. When her scent on the breeze touched his senses, he didn't think for a moment of whether or not she'd be pleased or displeased to come upon him - an event that was inevitable, he surmised. He assumed she was indifferent towards him, just as he was towards her, and so he turned to trek in her direction to meet her without a second thought other than to wonder about the scent of blood that mingled faintly with her own perfume.

The pale wolf came upon her not too long after catching her scent, frowning thoughtfully at the sight of her attempting to clean a wound on her leg. He prowled forward with a low growl of greeting, his nose twitching as he gathered what information he could. He paused a few feet away from her, lifting his eyes to her face as he murmured a question to her with his soft voice, "What happened?"