Neverwinter Forest Underground

A voice greeted him, but in his current state of mind he was not exactly happy to have company. He turned sharply and looked for the origin of the voice, and spotted a wolf that looked quite at home in the forest; not as vibrant as Phoenix, but still a mix of earth tones and carrying an autumnal warmth across their compact figure. Tulimaq might've investigated further if he was in a more inquisitive mood, or more like himself, but today he was too agitated. He didn't respond with his voice, but instead huffed and snapped at the air with his front teeth - a signal to leave him be. The man wasn't about to leave the forest either, and he really didn't care if he was encroaching on yet another pack; little did he know that Grezig had left her pack, so the layered scent he detected on the wind wasn't from the forest, but from her. There was a weakness to the scent, like it was already partially fading, which made him feel a little more bold to accompany his frustration - which was probably why he felt confident enough to ignore her and press on.