Haunted Wood Dancing with the Devil

60°, currently it is thick with fog and set during evening. Located in Haunted Woods, | ooc notes: thank you for your patience!

Staking his claim, Vengeance was growing ever more territorial with the woods the longer he lingered. As his stench slowly crept over his members, the trees, and the lands below, they became his. With every growing day, everything he touched, it was his to claim. Every soul, all meals, and every breath. The stench of the other pack who had tried to steak their claim slowly faded in time, perhaps it was after his encounter with what he assumed was a member of theirs that they decided to wander off elsewhere. 

Regardless, proudly he stalked the woods. Mist clinging to his thick frame as it danced around his being in ghostly tendrils, every step exploded in a plume of white. With a crooked smile, the demon stared at the pale damsel bathed in moonlight. Her soft whine music to his ears. Little dove, what are you doing on my doorstep. Still, he continued to approach the young lady, curling around her in a smooth stride as he continued to eye her, studying her... every scar, every shiver. It excited him. Was this possibly a new toy for him to play with?