Broken Antler Fen Bad habits

Now was a good time as any to start looking for a place for his slowly gathering of individuals to call home. Heading South, away from the coast - where plenty of wolves seem to be gathering, Vengeance made his way, keeping an eye out for anything that may be promising. 

The fen was interesting. It had plenty of food, places that could be promising for dens, to be frank, the man wasn't all that picky for land. Anything would do. But as he felt no rush to try and claim something, with his number of followers as small as it currently is, he would search until something truly caught his attention; and if not, simply return to whatever he saw on his way.

As the spongy moss squished under his weight, the behemoth stopped as ruby eyes fell onto the familiar dark figure he had met just a little over a week ago. It seems blood always stains the air when we meet. But this time, it didn't' draw him near.