Ravensblood Forest Say my name

He had spent the better part of a week following his onslaught of the two wolves, hiding out. Recovering. It was a slow process because the season did not afford him much comfort, and certainly a limited supply of anything medicinal that might aid him; until now, Zugzwang had not needed to pause for long periods or to hunt for things to apply to his many wounds. He only tended to a few of the more dangerous tears in his flesh but the one that really irked him, that he couldn't contort himself in to reaching, was the massive bite to the back of his neck. It continued to leak blood and fluids as he traveled, putting him in a foul mood.

As he came upon a forest, he slipped in among the shadows and basked in their darkness; they hid him well from view, which would give him only a slight advantage since his coat stunk like wolf blood and ruin; but it would be enough. He was striding through a small gap in the trees when he caught the scent of a woman and felt a great sense of relief flood him - as well as an invigorating pulse of heat flushing through his skin. It might've been from an infection settling in to his neck wound, but maybe it was his growing horomones — either way, he began to scour the forest for the woman, intent to find her and show her his many scars.