Blackfoot Forest it's gonna be a long night

It was fitting that the first place Midar found himself after entering this new land would be this forest. It was dark and ominous here; a place where the beast should be. He had long ago started avoiding anything that might crumble under the darkness of his presence. It was for the best, really. He was a killer for hire, and his price was justice, but to him, what qualified as justice wasn't usually the same as with a well-adjusted wolf. He had risen from the ashes of his violent past with a severely misshapen idea of right and wrong. So for a long time, he pushed away any chance for a relationship of any kind. It was easier that way, and he didn't have to worry about explaining his decisions--not that he would anyway. The hermit lifestyle got old, though, and so he arrived here with the hope for something more than the lonely existence he had known for so long, even with the high possibility that he would crash and burn.

The strange blotch of color in the otherwise dark forest drew him. The beast padded silently across the shadowy floor, ears twitching slightly as the occasional eerie cry sounded in the distance. It wasn't until he was a few feet from the gathering of flowers that he noticed the scent of the stranger mixed in with the fragrant aroma of the roses. Upon further inspection, he noticed that she appeared to be...sleeping? In the middle of the forest? Eyebrows drawn together, he squinted his purple orbs, studying her for a minute before saying, That does not seem like the safest place to sleep. He watched her, ears slightly turned back, as he waited for her reason to be resting in such an open area.