Haunted Wood Some liar brought the thunder.

Revui grimaces, his teeth flashing yellow against the onslaught of snow that flurries around him. It isn't necessary to prove his prowess to this giant as they have seen him in action, being the creature who came to defend the medicine woman. He cannot help but give that small reminder; the silent commentary poised within his posture: 'You did not break me. I am free, I am angry, I will win.'

The man's question is curt, almost innocent in tone, as if he is oblivious to the very pit which Revui had climbed out of. It was bait. The boy wasn't accustomed to conversation and went for it, huffing a plume of smoke from his snout as he states, The crowned one, the red bitch, the two black curs who came for me. He did not need to remember their names, he had their scents—and a blood lust nobody could quench. Black Hat; Alison; Serem and Tzila. Yes, the pack. I could add you to the list, he drawls next, side-stepping closer, as if he might begin to circle this man and let his hunger take over all sense.