Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

He had found these lands before. Quiet, secluded... lonely. Often he found himself stalking the eerie plains for some time away from Rusalka, and away from those who seemed ever so keen on challenging him in loner lands. It seemed like a storm was brewing within Rusalka, and Vengeance had to decide whether he was going to stand with them against what was to come, or take leave and find somewhere else to stay. 

Of course there was another option too. Create a gathering and make a pack of his own. He mused with certain ideas, but would there be some out there willing to follow a man such as himself?

Was it even worth the effort to put into such an idea. 

With a heavy sigh the behemoth wandered the emptiness, brilliant rubies staring into the nothingness until something caught their attention. A flash of red within the grey. Life. Someone. Someone was in here with him. Turning his course and attention to the figure in the distance, he aimed to close what was left of the acres between them. As he gained in distance, closing in on her, the man's pace slowed until stopped. Eyeing her for a moment before parting his lips to speak.

It isn't often I have company here. Curious as to what brought her here, the first he found who wasn't cowering in the dark. Something brought her here. Curious. What brings you to such a place.