Ravensblood Forest What's A Guy to Do When Nothings Standing Still for You?

Luck would play into his unknown visitor's day as the cowboy wasn't particularly alert for anyone else. He was more intrigued by the trees as he pressed a paw into the stick sap before rubbing it on the ground. It was almost as if he believed for a second the trees really were bleeding.

Soon he would pick up on the scents of others, but seeing how there didn't seem to be a large congregation of wolves here, they were likely another passerby. Perhaps they did live here, but what an odd choice of location. The forest certainly didn't give off a peaceful vibe, instead, it favored something eerier.