The Heartwood Desolation

EEE omg he’s so handsome!!! ;D

Patrolling the borders, as per usual, has the Revenant on edge. They’ve had many visitors at their borders. They’ve had many a wolf slink into their Heartwood already. Not only that, but he is planning to find his first target — that stone — but that’s for later. Or at least that’s what he tells himself, and yet, he can’t think of anything else. He’s obsessive — dangerously so. 

Ah, yes. Obsessive. The hellhound is obsessive with many things.

Hence why he circles the heartwood like a vulture. Marking and marking. Making sure others know that he owns it and everything — everyone — inside of it. 

That’s when he spots a paler figure just off in the distance. Their shape is wolf like, but at a distance the light caramel of their pelt allows room to believe they’re a coyote — or maybe even a small grizzly bear. He cares not for guessing games, so he moves forth. Slow and lumbering, unrushed, but just as on edge. And when he is within five meters he realizes this is a large wolf with such a beautifully unique pelt. Or maybe not unique, but Alduin hasn’t seen an agouti wolf with such a light visage — it forces the eye. 

Most likely, the hellhound has already been seen, so he saunters closer, tail bobbing on his hip. His head is always level with a strong, straight back, but dominance always calls. He raises it a pinch, forcing eye contact if the other dares. 

“Stranger.” He hums in that rasping voice. “You find yourself at the borders of Forsaken. What is it you want?” His voice is calm, but the constant deep rumble makes him sound threatening and gruff. Which wouldn’t be a wrong assumption.