The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

He needed to go home, back to Rusalka, find @Erzulie being the only healer he knew of - the only individual he trusted in his state. Outside their borders were beyond cruel, from cannibals to hostile strangers, he hated them all. Even as he reached out for help from the familiar scents, the injured man was turned away, doomed to wander and hold the pain close to his face of all places. 

The burnt woods felt far more familar to him than they should. They shared that same pain, the one where only themselves had the power to heal their wounds and bloom once again - as should he himself in time. Though his eye cleared since his last meeting with wolves, the meeting that left a sour taste in his mouth, a bitter taste of hatred - the dark figured that lurked just around the corner rippled through him. Tearing his once placid face into a horrorshow of gore and waves of flesh as he warned the figure with growls and snarls. 

Defensive as ever, Rosencrantz was on high alert.