Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

Three weeks. Time was ticking and Rosencrantz had not forgotten his threat, and promise to come hunt down the pregnant female. Leaving his station on the borders of Rusalka, he set his eye on another goal, a different target but something just as important. He followed the scent of the heavily pregant Cupid, following behind him just far enough to be seen, but not close enough to be hovering over their shoulder... the birth had not happened yet, but it should be any day now by the look of their belly...

Silently he prowled behind the dark individual... patiently shadowing their every move.