Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

morose contemplation sits upon the grizzled face of a survivor. he walks with long legs, a limping lope that tells of struggle; back leg bum, sore with the remainders of a scrap with a pregnant honey badger.

damned cunt.

a grumble comes, fiery eyes swiping over surroundings as he descends a scraggy hill. paws slipping through sand, navigating with the ease of a man at harbor.

then; a snarl. he meets it with his own, whirling about, hackles and ruff bristling. spittle vibrating from stained teeth as he lands eyes upon a scrappy lil' girl. then comes a loud, boisterous chortle.

aye, a fiersum sight ye' are!