Honeyed Pasture the gentle moonlight

Eagerly patrolling the lands outside of Moonspear (despite not being ranked among them) was not a chore to Revui, but something altogether different. Wholesome, almost. He enjoyed the freedom of roaming throughout the valley and answering to nobody; he was equally pleased that Hydra trusted him in keeping the peace, although so far it had been too peaceful for the warrior.

He was drawn away from his patrol route by the scent of the sea. It reminded him of Ying, and by proxy the proposal that Hydra pair them off for some joint venture. He thought little on that though; the closer he got to the scent and the heavier it became, the more charmed he felt by it. Soon he was doggedly hiking in pursuit - unaware that this was precisely the opposite of all that Hydra asked of him.

Revui did not know why he was so drawn by the smell. His intelligence was always a questionable thing. Being more bestial than most of the Moonspear wolves, he only knew that he had to follow. And when the shape of a dark-capped girl came in to view, he could not help but approach her openly, clearly interested in something that she was unintentionally offering — even as she bent over and heaved up her last meal.