The Heartwood Take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.

When he finally lost momentum and stopped his crunching, there was quiet. A stillness settled across the expanse of forest that was, at first, only broken by the whisper-soft falling snow. This did not last. Something else was roaming between the trees, and it crashed with the same hapless abandon as Revui; it sounded more and more like a bear, and drew closer by the moment. The boy didn't feel threatened by the thought of something so large and (most likely) sleepy coming towards him, not until he turned to face the shape, and saw a snowbank fall to pieces against the broad chest of some pale wayfarer.

He was immediately defensive; reminded of the giant white bear he had once come across in the past, and how easy it had been to coerce and harass that particular creature away from Moonspear, Revui was unafraid. The stranger was no bear and he knew that, recognizing the wolfish gait and the grim outline of the stranger's face through the snowfall. However, they came upon his quite abruptly, and seemed intent to invade his space.

At least, that's how he perceived the moment—until the stranger stopped, almost as if they were perplexed, and then they drew back, the scent of Revui somehow offensive. The boy bristled and let the sight of the older, larger wolf recoiling bolster his ego; he took up that space, swaggering closer, investigating the stranger. They weren't familiar—but perhaps they lived in the area and knew something which could aid him.

Revui did not hesitate with his posturing, with the shrewd look in his eyes - a challenge.