Ravensblood Forest rineless

Dragonsbreath plumed heavily from his nostrils, crystalising in the cold air as he followed the jagged path her body cut through the trees. Although he had suspected such, her careless navigation made it obvious she was a newcomer to the forest. His paws drummed a steady rhythm into the frozen ground as he pondered this; who was she? 

Of all places, why was she here?

Her change of pace signified his presence had been noticed and Nox slowed to a jog as her trail took an abrupt deviation, ears pricking as her challenge rang out loud and clear. The air left his lungs in a breathy snort, but already he could feel his legs itching to follow.

It was difficult to describe the melting pot of feelings that stirred within as his hunt resumed. The primal instinct to chase dulled down by a youthful, almost puppyish need to play. A wolf and a deer; Nox settled into a steady lope in hopes that the girl's flame would burn itself out soon enough.