this place was calling my name

The huge shadow, darker then night, had scented yet another presence in the dark wood he called home. It was female, and therefore it was his duty to...greet her. He came across her looking up at the branches of a gnarled tree, the species he did not know. He found things like species and weather boring, tedious. There was much more to life then knowing the names of trees.

He chuffed softly to announce his presence, eyes glinting coldly. This one, like all the others in the dark woods, was pretty. Very pretty.