Porcupine Ridge redbull

The shadows of the forest were deep, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and evergreen. The moon, pale and high, cast thin silver beams through the canopy, illuminating the frost-kissed ground in fleeting patches of light. Lorcan lingered in the darkness, his tall, muscular frame blending into the void between trees.

His eyes, sharp and cunning, scanned the area as he inhaled deeply, catching the faint scents that lingered on the air. The forest was quiet tonight, its usual symphony muted by the weight of winter’s chill.

He shifted his weight, the sound of his claws scraping briefly against the frozen ground the only noise he allowed. Then, with a flick of his tail and a sharp exhale, Lorcan tipped his head back, his dark voice lifting in a low, commanding howl.

It was a call for one alone—a summons meant for @Envy.

There was no urgency in the sound, no desperation—only a demand laced with the undercurrent of expectation. He had no doubt she would come.

Settling onto his haunches, Lorcan waited, the faint glint of moonlight catching the edges of his dark fur. His thoughts lingered on her—the way she moved, the fire in her eyes, the allure she wielded with every calculated step. She was sharp, quick-witted, and entirely his.