Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Nox snorted at her criticism. It sounded like Mictec's people now followed their gods in blind faith. He could sympathise with her; food was a precious resource. "And still they follow like blind sheep," he rose to his feet, front limbs stretching out the stiffness that had begun to form in his back. "Don't blame ye for leaving. They sound like a right bunch."

He had let the woman take the reigns of their conversation for now, loath to end it and see her vanish into the night. But the cold was drawing in, the first signs of frost beginning to decorate the pine cones in lace white. "Speaking of food, how about we hunt and find a more... sheltered place to rest." Tail plumed as his offer hung in the air between them. A wolf with a taste for blood, well, it was safe to say she would make a scarily invaluable asset.

"Y'know," he added, "I was surprised to see ye here. These woods aren't for everyone." A question left unspoken; what was the rest of her story?