Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

It was with intentionally recklessness that she entered the shaded woods. Though there were frequent and recent scents amongst the trees that suggested some sort of congregation, she paid the realisation little attention and proceeded into the forest anyways. She ventured through the territory without any care, attentive of her surroundings but not bothering to recognise any snap of a twig or crunch of the snow as a potential threat; she was an arrogant beast, believing herself to be exempt from the unspoken rules surroundings packs and their borders.

Yet, the deeper she delved and the more scents she picked up on, one, in particular, stood out above the rest and made her utter a quiet, “Fuck.” She tried to avoid him, still pissed off by the events of their initial meeting, but a few twists and turns too many had her walking right towards him—which she didn’t even realise until it was much too late. And although she could have continued on her way, leaving him to wallow in peace, the instigator within her pushed her right towards him instead.

“Hey, ugly,” she called out, already itching for a fight. “What the fuck are you doing following me?” Of course, the fact that she was the one heading towards him was blatantly ignored.