Blackfeather Woods All he did was play you!

The dark woods were perfect for the pale man's taste as it enveloped him from all angles. Lurking through the thick trees, he slithered through them as he followed the perfume of blood to see what might be giving off that sweet scent. It was not wolf, but rabbit, he was certain - but still, was it carrion or was it a newly dead thing that he could pick at after it futilely escaped a previous predator.

Instead what he found was a deliciously perfumed woman and of course, Tuvaq was here too. Icy hot eyes flickered between them as he kept himself from smiling. Coldly he looked them over. Tuvaq already spoke and thus Abaddon didn't find it necessary for him to fill the air with his own voice.