Bearclaw Valley Sevenfold

He slipped in to the valley without alerting anyone, drifting among a stand of trees and trailing the nearby foothills, the smell of rain having saturated his coat from days ago. The anger which had been ignited made itself known in small ways; the snap of branches underfoot, the insistent manner of his stride, the aura of spite darkening the air around him. Revui needed rest but it was the furthest from his mind. He found a trail which smelled of pigs - a swath of trampled grass made from a swollen belly - and decided to prowl after it with the hope he could spill some blood today.