The Heartwood Float through bright rooms; no borders, no fences

Alert. High alert. The sound of footfalls approaching was met with a vicious snarl, teeth clashing as he opposed whoever was approaching, making sure they knew that if they were here to finish the job - that he would go down swinging until his dying breath. Lips quivered as eyes finally focused on the familiar woman who he had just recently taken in as his Consort - Serem. For a moment his hard ruby eyes remained on her, only to eventually shift his position and expose the wound on his knee and flank. Blood oozing from the knee, at least the flank had stopped bleeding. 

But more would come. Quickly his gaze flickered to the new direction, ready to take action all the same but this time with Serem at his side - forearms pulsating as he gripped the earth; just to relax once more once the two other dark figures were one again, allies. At this moment he was thankful for the alliance with Moonspear more than any other decision he had made. It made the wilderness their own grounds, and allies were not far in between. 

Easing back into his position, tail flickering behind him as it thumped frustratingly against the ground. Caiaphas, I found her. A headache from Rusalka who started trouble with Easthollow the moment I joined their ranks. There were no secrets to hide, he had his reasons for attacking and no one would make him think otherwise. He knew what he had done. 

Merrick chose to stand by her side. The boy is a traitor - and his raven counterpart, the female Astara would soon follow. It was a safe assumption, the two were almost tied to the hip - it was shocking that they weren't together when this ordeal had gone down. Have at it. Motioning with his head, he welcomed Hydra to take a sniff at the scent that still lingered on his coat to familiarize herself with the sea witch.