Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

@Reyna

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Qvasir moved with the calculated silence of a shadow, his steps barely stirring the dry underbrush as he prowled near the edge of the unfamiliar territory. His amber eyes scanned each twisted branch, every fallen leaf, marking the invisible boundaries the pack must have laid, though none of it kept him at bay. There was a thrill in skirting these unseen lines, a curiosity smoldering beneath his dark exterior as he pressed closer, testing, wondering just how far he could go without bringing anyone to his attention.

He could almost taste the tension, the faint scent trails daring him to cross that invisible threshold. They marked this land with purpose, as if to ward off creatures like him, the ones who could slip through the cracks and go unnoticed. Qvasir’s lip curled faintly in amusement; he wasn’t the type to turn back for a line drawn in the dirt. No, he was here to observe, to linger just at the edge, feeling the limits of this pack’s vigilance. How long, he wondered, before someone took notice?