Blackfoot Forest blood & iron

Just so you know I am cranking GoT music right now LOL.

He thought it was a bear, at first. Something massive certainly, for it cleaved between the trees and made a great clamour as it moved. So far nothing could do such a thing except a bear (in his limited experience). There was no bear scent though, no heavy milk-musk as one might anticipate from a watchful mother, and no noises from cubs. The sweet notes of the woman's heat were overshadowed by the pinewood around him — though something akin to instinct drove him after the crashing tumult in the creature's wake.

As Revui came upon the thick stygian thing, he was unafraid. She turned to regard him with the same dismissive air as the sow of Bearclaw: I could break you, that look said. Then, a snort, and dismissal. She was cold, and did not approach for any sort of introduction, but neither did she bare her fangs or try to chase him off.

He stopped short when her silver gaze pierced him. She was an impressive creature: dense and luxurious fur spoke of good health, and while the shadows obscured much of her, he could not see any fresh scars, although there was an imperious manner about her — which partly reminded Revui of his own family; but where Hydra might have held a semblance of wit or at least a glimmer of love and recognition, there was only ice here.

As he paced nearer, he loosed a low, bestial note upon the wind. He was enamoured, in so far as he was capable.