Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

though rusalka is not immediately aware of her, his pace continuing on until the wind direction shifts. it is slight but enough to carry with it her scent and the scent of the prize she carries to the könungr. rusalka's steps slow to a stop and his body turns in her direction, golden gaze searching.

searching, searching, searching ...

until it lands upon her; the color of a vicious sunset, fire kissed. the shadows had worked slightly to her advantage but her brilliant coloration did not blend in well with the earthy browns and leafy greens.

a soft chuff of greeting is given, his plans to observe the herd temporarily paused.