Cedar Sweep Bloodspatter

A call rang out across the Hinterlands - unfamiliar, and yet haunting in its familiarity... Jaganatha had always been an early riser, so it was no shock to him to hear such banshee cries in the night... but something about this one in particular stuck out to him. As he moved through the darkness, his form was almost serpentine, though there was the tell-tale hitch of age within the otherwise slinking formation of his body across the landscape

By the time he arrived at the apparent intended rendezvous, there were already a pair of wolves waiting there. A smug sneer spread across his face as he stepped, proud and wholly unapologetic, into their limelight and appraised each of them with his grotesquely yellow gaze. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything... important," Jaganatha practically purred as he looked between the two strangers. "Where does the shepherd intend to lead this little lamb?"