Ravensblood Forest aperitif

I’m going to steal if that’s okay! :) 

If it’s okay imma set the setting a bit more. Just pm me if you want me to change anything! ;>

Evening — 18:47. 68 degrees — Clear skies, sunset.

This afternoon, the great male saunters through his new territory. The towering trees and the thick canopy above provide a fair amount of shade from the sun when it’s high in the sky. Now though, as it nears the horizon, streaks of fiery orange make themselves aware across the forest floor. The massive sequoias casting long shadows around the brindled male.

As heavy paws carry him forward, he hears the softly running water of a stream that lingers nearby. His golden eyes fixate one the clear liquid in the distance and the wolf-dog finally closes the distance between them. Bowing his upper half down to lap up the cool liquid, his muscles shift beneath the intricate patterns of his summer coat.

Thornton about this day seems any more interesting than the others, except for when he finally stands and begins sidling down the side of the riverbank. Only a few paces down, something much more interesting catches his shimmering canary hues. A single wolf. They appear to be bathing themselves in the stream. His eyes follow their motion as he decides to come closer, not trying to be sneaky what so ever. The blood makes him quirk a brow and the ghost of an interesting smile comes to his face. 

“Now, who are you?” He asks finally. Deep voice smooth, but stern enough to drastically cut through the forests tranquility.