Witch's Marsh blight

This wasn’t marked private so I assumed it was open… but lmk if not and I can delete! <3

So the hunt began. 

A dark witch was what he sought—whether one of the druids as his own lineage or one of something darker he did not particularly care—

— what he cared of was the threatening howl that had loomed across the creek like a dark cloud, leaving in its wake fear and distrust. 

And anger. His wolves were not to be trifled with—if anything had been learned from the birth of this pack was that they were not one to simply place aside threats with a shrug or smile. 

So when luck was upon his side and his stocky form found her own weathered one within the marshes, he felt the vicious heat of annoyance press upon him, his snarl echoing his intent quite clearly when his pale champagne eyes lingered upon that of a mismatched gaze. 

And so he would quicken his prowl—as one did when they found the prey they were looking for.