Haunted Wood Finding beauty in the dissonance

Uppon his wanderings, two particular scents caught his attention. One female, and the other a male. Neither familiar to him. They wandered closer to the Nightwalkers' borders and in effect, caused him to turn around like a snake in the grass, stalking his prey with the curvature of his spine as his tail followed his path with a smooth gesture. 

As silently as he could, he padded closer, closer, to the pair as they wandered closer, and closer to the Haunted Woods. Eyes baring down on them from behind before booming vocals echoed through the mist. Only death awaits should you continue forward. They were two, and he, only one to defend what would soon be his - his greedy mind already deciding that they were trespassing despite the Nightwalkers barely being considered for a pack due to their sheer small numbers.