A thousand silhouettes

Hope it's cool if I party crash in here! i couldn't resist. ^_^

The smell of blood drew him inward from the borders. He had picked up on it by being downwind, and found the scents that tangled with it to be a most curious sort. Swiftly he had come, but not swift enough to have been the one to intercept the source. Voices rose up ahead of him in the woodland as he closed in; eventually figures did as well. With Dante and Saena having mentioned to him of their recent run of trespassers, he found himself responding with just more than concern or curiosity.

With his gaze locking onto Lupa's supporting form, he spoke after them. "What's going on? Who is this?"