Deepwood Weald I go my own way

When he had left the Nightwalkers himself, it had not been planned. He figured that Vengeance would be after him for dropping off the face of the earth (so to speak) — but when this wolf turned to regard him, it was not with the same hostility he anticipated. Perhaps there was no kill-on-sight order issued; a fault in someone's logic.

He had been taught a hard lesson by the Nightwalkers — but another lesson came from the Castle Rock wolves. Revui knew how important food was and how stupid he would prove to be, should he attempt to steal it from this wolf. The last time he had hunted with a stranger had amounted in murder after all. No, he didn't want the rabbit. The woman stared him down - and he turned away, feigning disinterest in order to prove a point. The rabbit was not his concern.

But still he lingered. He watched. He waited.