The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

His patrols had grown in distance. As the tremors continued to grow in ferocity, so did his temper and need to protect what little prey they had. He scoured the neutral lands, claiming them as his own, in the name os Nightwalkers and Moonspear - to anyone who dared to hunt of their lands would meet his wrath. Should he find any group gathering, he was not imprudent enough to not take it back to the Haunted Woods and gather the troops to invade the trespassers. 

As he reached the scorched lands, his attention turned onto an unfamiliar figure in the distance, and one that he did recognize who was stalking after her. Merrik already had his eyes on the woman, but that did not mean Vengeance would not too and join in on this little escapade. 

For now, he was behind the younger man, watching as to see what the boy had in mind when it came to this stranger - unbeknownst to the Warlord... this woman was the bitch who had caused so much frustration just months ago in Rusalka. What would happen once he found out about her identity? The strings of fate were fickle and cruel and only time would tell of what would become of this interaction...