Ravensblood Forest If the Shoe Fits

She was thoroughly preoccupied with her meal, giving Screech a chance to close the distance and get a good look at her. From afar she had looked pretty small, and it surprised him when she didn't get too much bigger as he got closer. Was she young like him? His brow furrowed; she had managed to hunt on her own pretty well judging by the kill, so maybe she was older — it didn't matter either way really.

The scent of blood in the air overrides any scent she might be carrying so, growing suspicious, he withdraws for the time being to the forest's shadows. It is unlikely this stranger is from the south but Screech cannot be too careful — he's mildly paranoid that a wolf from Moonspear might show up on Constantine's proverbial doorstep and demand his other eye, or some other ludicrous notion.