Ravensblood Forest torture saints with a single glance

His long, lonesome journey is finally to a close. He’s made it to Ravensblood once again. This time, without his trusty pack. He wants to see if Yuèlóng has been sticking around and skulking about the land making sure they’re gone. Perhaps he’ll mark all over the trees and rub himself on everything to throw them off. Maybe make them think they’re still lurking about. They don’t even know how many member they’ve gained since their last charade. 

Anyhow, he’s padding through what he used to call his home. Until the wind carries an unfamiliar scent to him. Of course he follows it, unable to resist his unsatisfiable curiosity.

He stumbles upon a large wolf of chocolate and coffee tones. Definitely previously injured. He wonders what happened for a moment. Finally he speaks out. A “Evening.” coming from his maw in a casual tone.