Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

Unfortunately for Etienne, it was one of his gender currently afoot and afield — or, rather, aforest. He entered the trees with caution, wary even in the golden light of early summer. It was too reminiscent of his childhood home, which he still had strange nightmares about from time to time.

It was the scent of turkeys that drew him deeper, but detecting the presence of another wolf, he was quick to abandon the hunt.

"Hello?" he called out, his young voice absent of guile or suspicion. He was nervous, just a little, but he had never become shy of strangers, by some unlikely miracle. Not even the senseless violence of his youth had rid him of the hope he had in others.

"Is anyone there?" he called again, hesitating to seek the stranger out directly. He would rather be invited — but he began cautiously following the trail all the same.