Jade Fern Grove give me that secret hush i must yes i do need [m]

He, too, had come into the beautiful fern grove looking for food, and he, too, had found the mother and her child, peacefully existing within the forest. He would have struck, if not for the glimpse of ruddy dark fur amidst the trees, a flash of pale green eyes. Curious, he began to pad toward the other wolf as the two deer trailed away, an opportunity lost.

With a chuff, he drew near, fixing his bizarrely-hued gaze upon her. She was lovely and lean, but there was a savagery about her manner that made something within him stir. She was no ornament; she was made to consume, and to be consumed. She was a fighter, like him.

Surprised you turned down the snack, he remarked, a wry smile painting his maw. Especially with winter so near. Would've been easy to make short work of the faun, even by yourself. Vercingetorix waited for her rationale, ears swiveling idly atop his broad head.