Hushed Willows hunter's seeker

Sivaak paused mid-step, her crimson gaze slicing toward the sound of movement behind her. The wind carried the faint musk of another—familiar, though unexpected—and her lips curled slightly, revealing teeth still stained with the remnants of their last kill. She turned, her scarred frame looming as Randolf’s hulking form emerged through the sparse trees.

His rumble carried something between acknowledgment and inquiry, and Sivaak’s ears flicked as though considering whether or not to entertain it. Beside her, Sobeille lingered, the smaller wolf’s presence dwarfed by Sivaak’s bulk. Her gaze settled briefly on Randolf before she snorted, a sound that seemed both dismissive and amused.

”Brave man to follow Sivaak.” She comments with the lax swish of her tail. The only thing to stop her from descending on the man was that deep, innate longing for kin that all Muradoii felt. A Muradoii was not meant to be alone.

Perhaps why she had been so eager to take Sobeille from her home.