Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

I hope this is okay.

Calahan had gotten lost. Very Lost. He was a good scout. A hardened traveler. But this was all...new...he had went the wrong way, going over the flatlands and leaving the mountains behind him. It was all a maze.

He kept to himself, for the most part. Conversation was unwelcome, as was company. He didn't much like the woods. Too many trees. Too many ferns. Very confusing. 

He stumbled upon the violent scene. What the actual fuck? Calahan's life had been full of violence. It marked him, and made who he was. But this...this was downright murder! Nothing new, but nothing good. He saw the large brown wolf, saw the frantic coyote couple, and saw the blood.

He weren't a good man, but he'd be damned if this was okay with him. Without though, he barreled into the large male, trying to knock him away from the dead coyote and the fleeing woman.