Herbalists' Cache bloodkin

@Sun Eater

still freshly covered in the scents of his amorous exchange with the white woman from the valley, dark fang had been led by his nose to this land. her scent lingered here, on the borders of such. but she was gone; he knew this. it was not her he sought.
a temptation that was tampered out by further elevation. he scents and his head raises from its sunken position, eyes searching wildly of the open foliage.
he smells... kin. lanzadoii. he pants viciously then, drawing in more of the scent, before drawing closer. tongue flicking from his teeth to swipe across his face which was still blooded with his recent kill.