The Heartwood heilig

The female creature and it was all female he could tell stopped. She stared at him. Even from a distance he could see the stark fear on her face. So as was always with him, he moved closer, testing the boundaries. Eyes dancing along her.

He chuffed quietly. What do we have here? His voice stirred the silence, moving closer. He sniffed the air around her, trying to understand what she was. Not wolf, but canine of some sort.

Medium. In need of a meal. Athletic. Lean built like a runner. He stared at her.

What brings you near the heartwood little patchwork?