Ravensblood Forest Wait till the moments mine

If it’s okay imma set the setting ;) I like to be descriptive.
Setting: Night — 23:00, 68 degrees, clear skies.

Over the weeks, Donovan has been marking this territory as his even though he is still a lonesome wolf in his endeavors. His pack no more, he claims this land in an attempt to gain back what he once had — a pack. His scent is prevalent in the immediate area, it would be hard to miss, but it is doable.

Tonight though, he escapes from sleep by roaming about the land he now claims as his. The moon shines brightly through the canopy of trees above, leaving splotches of pale light upon the ground all around him. It highlights the vivid stripes of brindle upon his coat and his glistening golden eyes to rival the stars themselves. With his massive size his paws thump against the ground with each step. He doesn’t feel the need to be quiet, his confidence to face anything he comes across eliminates any fear or need to keep his steps muted.

Though when he sees something off in the immediate distance — not so distant if one asks him — he squints his eyes in suspicion. A smirk already flirting itself onto his muzzle he steps forward to investigate fearlessly.
As he Approaches, he sees another wolf. By the scent a female, her coat consists of chocolate browns and easy honeys. Or so that’s what he assumes. The bluish light that bathes them distort color for him and he’s unable to really tell.

He doesn’t sneak towards her, rather he shows himself confidently to her. His shoulders squared off and his head high, he saunters ever closer only to stop a comfortable couple of meters away from the she-wolf.

“Evening.” He calls out, voice deep and smooth. His smirk still plastered shamelessly on his face he quirks a brow. “And who might you be?”