Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

@Lethalle maybe? But Open to anyone, especially Nightwalkers or Moonspear wolves!

It had been a while sine his last visit to the Nightwalker's Haunted Woods, how was his father doing? Who lingered there still and who had left? Would he still be hated by a few members and be chased out almost immediately should he try to cross the borders once more as he would before? So many questions, and they all seemed so thrilling to investigate. As the moon's swollen face loomed over the night sky, the pale man wandered closer and closer to the the path that he remembered would take him straight to the foggy woods. 

Staining his lips was a trail of dried blood, wolf of course as he had currently satiated himself before making the journey back to the woods. No corpse was left in his wake as the drunken wolf wobbled away in a drunken state, just enough blood drained to leave them lightheaded but otherwise unharmed. He wouldn't want to leave corpses around here, these were their lands after all, Moonspear and Nightwalkers.