Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

The snow did not look like it would stop anytime soon. It wasn't a heavy fall, more like a thick dandruff, but it would easily coat the exposed parts of the forest wherever possible and in a matter of hours the grove would be a winter wonderland. It wasn't the worst that could happen, he thought. Rumours had reached the coast of a great upheaval in this place recently—something that even the vagrants of Tortuga had felt, if the information was correct. It could've been an omen for all Yutani knew—but an omen to what? The die-off of the prey, or the hard winter that would come after? It was a bad time to be a lone wolf, that much he knew.

Beyond the lack of prey there seemed to be a lack of wolves too, or at least the population of friendly faces had diminished since his exodus from the crew. Maybe that was just his luck. Fate—or some unknowable god—could have been pulling his strings in the wrong direction. Yutani wasn't going to let doubt cloud his mind or put him off from his path, though. He was a stubborn jackass, and prided himself on his decision-making skills, even if those same decisions led down dark roads.

So he would keep on hunting. There was nothing else he could do—nothing else he'd ever done.

And when the sound of something crackling caught in his ears he stopped his prowl. He took a sharp breath, tasting the ice in the air. His ears turned, his eyes roved across the gaps in the trees as if they might materialize in to some kind of shape—there! The snow was piling across his face and back in tufts of white, but it did the same to the stranger's little body, making them a little bit easier to spot.

Yutani didn't know what to make of that face at first. They looked expectant, almost. And the markings across their eyes—dark stripes the likes of which he had never seen before—gave the creature an otherworldly vibe that set his flesh tingling. He snorts a breath again, not so subtle, wanting to continue on his way... But then he's striding towards where they are lurking and the closer he gets, the smaller they seem. Rather than grow with his approach as a far-off object might, this thing—this wolf he realizes with surprise—is puny no matter how close he gets.

Just a kid, he thinks, and cannot help the slightest eye-roll. What're you doing out here, kid? He prompts despite wanting to be anywhere else but here; no fault of the child's of course, but kids and him didn't mix. Yutani was a bad influence on most adults and he couldn't imagine the hell that would rain down upon him if he screwed up some kid.