Deepwood Weald Some say the end is near

He was prepared to defend himself. Prepared to take whoever was coming to defend what was left of their land. Taking a step forward, he swallowed the ground between them, ready to investigate the sound personally as they took far too long to come out - but as the sight of white eventually came into view, he stood his ground once more. Tail flickering from one side to the next in one swift motion.

Taking the moment to pick out the smell upon the alabaster woman's pelt, only then did he relax just enough to let the hackles fall back into place upon his back. It wasn't the same. She came from somewhere else. He did not trust her, no, the gargantuan was still on guard as ever, but his desire to lunge had subsided for now. Some lingering members from here might not be too welcoming, I was certain a turf war would begin. Again.

Like that woman on the seaside mountain. Claiming a land all for her own. At least the members of a disbanded pack would have some reasoning behind their desire to defend, to some, saying goodbye to a home was difficult. Nothing he was familiar with, but aware of, yes.

Are you familiar with who they were? A friend, perhaps, coming to visit from afar? If he played his cards right, he could get to know this one too and where she hailed from... Kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Should the Nightwalkers grow in numbers and claim land for their own, he had to be aware of the packs nearby.