The Bracken Woods death is on the wind

Gradually did the beast unfold himself, standing upon his spire like some demon come to deliver judgment. Unabashed did she stare, tracing to new contours of the form revealed to her, before falling back to rest briefly on the burning gaze. She did not shift, cool still, though new interest sparked in her gaze at the unveiling of the brute. Here was power, the likes of which she'd seen in Vengeance, she likes of which she'd followed. Vengeance, however, had vanished, leaving her sore in his going, until he simply faded from her memory. 

The words that left his muzzle, however, were less than she'd expected. Perhaps it had been some great wisdom of great threat she'd expected to issue from the maw of the brute; not the common greeting. Still, she remained unfazed, incling her muzzle a fraction as she finally broke her stillness.  "what do you seek in this place?"  The male smelled of otherness, something new, and did not carry a pack-scent. Perhaps he was like the others the simply passed through on their search for food, but something, the same intuition that whispered always at her ear, told her that as there had been something different in Vengeance and in Kelina, so would there be something different in this male.