Blackfoot Forest blood & iron

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The valley was a realm of peace despite the residents within it; it was too quiet for him, and even though he passed some of the time taunting the boars as he crossed paths with them nothing was satisfying. All that he could think about was Kukutux — and when rage siezed him, he diverted the full brunt of that rage upon her partner. Displacement could only work for so long.

He took frequent trips outside of the range. Sometimes he would inform @Merrick but sometimes not — always, he would return. As protective as he had been over Moonspear in childhood, now he had turned his sights upon Bearclaw and the darkling who lorded over it. Revui might have failed Hydra, but he vowed not to fail the boy-king.

His latest excursion took him across the neighboring Wapun as he tracked a small herd of mule deer, most mothers with a fawn at their heel. They were distant enough to be dismissive of the prowling mountain; and he was not yet hungry enough to tempt the bucks among their ranks. As he moved along though, he came upon a dark patch of forest and his attention drifted from the herd to the depths within. He could hear something moving among the pines — but it must have been large and quite dark itself, as he could not discern its shape among the trees.

Then there came a call: most decidedly wolf, commanding and alluring in equal measure. Emboldened by this apparent summons, Revui launched in to a swaggering trot, on an intercept course.