Deepwood Weald I go my own way

He watched as the dark shape tended to something small. The longer he watched, the more he could see. There was only so much light penetrating through the clouds, and it took time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the forest. Even the ambient light shared across the snow did not help much - but gradually, eventually, he recognized the creature as a wolf. Not just a wolf either, but one he knew as a Nightwalker.

She was so intent on her prize that she did not react to his presence. Whether she recognized him being there or not, Revui wasn't going to waste any time; he wanted to charge her in that instant, bowl her over, take whatever she was hoarding for herself -- except as his body tensed and he readied himself to do just that, he recalled his month away from the valley.

So instead of barreling in, he paused (Hydra would have been proud of this, had she been around to see it); he thought quickly about his next move, and drew closer with a purposeful stride. He did not mask his steps, taking pleasure in the crunching of the snow, and stopped once the wolf had turned to look at him - as she no doubt would.