Phoenix Maplewood just dance

he stopped for a moment to consider turning around and heading back to check on her. he'd just left her there after all, and not exactly while she was at her best physically or mentally. but his feet continued forward and he let his focus shift to hunting rather than the one he was hunting for.

his movements remained steady as he weaved his way through shrubbery and trees, nose low to the ground as he tracked the faint scent of a raccoon. the wind betrayed him, and where the stranger found himself approaching the inky ghoul, astaroth remained oblivious to the unexpected company. it was only once within his line of sight did the hunter catch a glimpse of the other. he paused in his pursuit of the prey while turning to face the agouti man head-on. a swish of his tail signal no ill intent, but he left it up to the stranger to decide if they wanted to approach.