Ravensblood Forest rineless

Like most hunters, Nox was built for endurance. If given the opportunity, he could run and run for hours on end until his quarry tired and left opportunity to strike. This time was different, though, and the phantom was beginning to wonder if the interloper would ever slow at all - until she disappeared unexpectedly from view.

Each thump of her body against the cool, hard ground was met with a wince of his own and he picked up speed until he skidded to a halt at the precipice of the rise. Just in time to watch her make landfall in a clumsy pile of twigs and snow. 

"Ye set yourself up for failure, I'm afraid," his tail waved a victory flag as he began to pick his way very slowly and very carefully down the slope. Couldn't be making a fool of himself in front of a girl - and one his own age at that! "Y'know, for someone who's tresspassing, yer not very subtle." While he had not initially minded the intrusion, the fact of the matter remained. Murkwood's borders were not yet being respected, and that was a problem.

She was even prettier up close, despite her dishevelled nature, and Nox felt his ego tangle with a sense of pity. His smirk softened, an outstretched paw offering the girl an olive branch. "Need a hand?"