Shadewood Crossin’ bridges with a pack ‘a matches.

As if his feet weren't his own and some puppet master was pulling the strings, Sanguinus aimlessly wandered back towards the murky woondland, the scenery slowly starting to familiarize around him. He paused just outside the swarthy man's claim and after a brief moment of hesitation continued forward, toes tracing the invisible boundary as his eyes scoured through the timberland in search of any movement. When he found none the paragon came to a stop and debated calling for an audience, though with uncertainty coursing through his veins, decided for better or worse he'd simply be on his way.

That was until he caught the obscure silhouette of the patrolling fellow, his finer features slowly materializing as the fading sunlight slithered though the canopy and revealed an earthly sheen to compliment his gruff renegade appearance. Charcoal ears swept forward atop his crown as Sanguinus wondered if he'd cross paths with the man before or if he just had one of those faces.