Haunted Wood the same tragedies: ultimate damnation

frostbound gaze lingers on their quarry; ear flicking towards leto as she speaks. a low snort leaves the sandviper's nostrils. i won't change my mind. dracarys assures her, crouching down into the tall grasses.

dracarys watches as leto begins in a trot, and he begins his own stalking, bringing up the rear. his gaze fluctuates between their quarry and the others, looking for any indication they were going to have to put up a fight.

a low growl rumbles in his chest; a warning. the herd knows they were there now, there was no sense in hiding. he breaks off, trotting 'round the herd: intending to corral the doe towards leto.