The Heartwood all she wants

After his unfortunate encounter with the striped sisters the day before, Arrakis had returned to the Heartwood and hid himself away among the foliage. He liked the forest, which had become something of a base for the young Imperii-d'Erom - a reliable source of prey, privacy and comfort. A place where he felt he could breathe again.

He rested atop a fallen tree, draped lazily over the frozen trunk with his chin propped atop an outstretched forelimbs, while a hideous creature rummaged in the earth with its tusks several yards from his post. Arry's tangerine eyes lingered on the boar, boredly following its movements and ignoring his natural instinct to pursue it. It either had not noticed the presence of a predator or it realised how pathetic he was.

When it grunted out loud and skipped into a hurried jog, Arrakis figured it had perhaps finally picked up on his scent. He exhaled breathily and gathered to his paws to stretch his stiffened muscles and prepared to hop from his perch when he spotted movement between the trees.

A darker figure prowled, and briefly the raven youth wondered if the wolfess from yesterday sought him, but this stranger's frame was significantly less feminine. Arry froze to watch the other male's approach, waiting to see if he would be noticed.