Haunted Wood Welcome to my domain

@Cordelia to reply first, tagging @Hela to come in the thread afterward

The large blonde man and the foolish woman have finally made it to the Nightwalker's territory, the smell of this pack disgusted him for he had to share a home with them but that all will soon change. His lifeless expression carried him through the rest of the journey as his paw steps were smooth and his silver eyes glued onto one destination, the entrance through the camp. His golden tail swayed with no muscle movement as the two of them went throw the looming dead trees of the haunted wood. If the woman did feel fear coming through here, he wouldn't care, or he would relish it, relish the idea that someone was beneath him, beneath his grasp, under his control.

The golden titan made it to the border and stopped in his tracks to turn to the woman with a masked smile that he forced himself to put on, "we made it my dear," he purred. Ghidorah read her face but he was unable to read other people or feel compelling emotions but he did it to only see her reaction, "quite a sight, isn't it?" he chuckled as if he was being sarcastic, "you may leave your prey here, I will call my Alpha," he said alpha with a big of disgust in his voice, "and we will see about your ankle." Without waiting for her irrelevant reply, he swung his head up into a deep howl, a howl that made the crows cry and scatter. He craned his head down and looked at the forest to see if the brat would come with an unamused expression on his face.

Might have been a typo, but want to reiterate that Coredila has an injured front ankle/paw, not jaw.

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Her guide continued on with his stern and focused expression upon his face. As they continued their journey into a rather eerie wood she looks to her companion for his reaction. It stayed consistent indicating to her that he felt no worry within the area and so she felt she should also feel at ease in this place. But despite that, the occasional sound in the distance or fluttering of an unexpected bird did catch her off guard now and again stealing her breath for momentary lapses. 

Still able to walk on her own, a small limp developed from her ankle, most likely due to the pain of a recent injury rather than any serious damage. But that was what they were here for. To make sure everything would be alright and that she could get some herbs to reduce the chances of infection. But she, and unknowingly her companion, both had different intentions for coming here.

It didn't appear to be the most welcoming of places and as he commented on its appearance she was happy to have a fish within her jaws, keeping her from accidentally making an intensive comment. He called for his leader and she gently placed the fish in front of her while waiting for them to arrive. She gave a nod to her companion but said nothing as she couldn't prevent her gaze from wondering to her surroundings.

the howl takes her a moment to place — nevertheless, the warlord rises from her resting place and makes haste to meet to howl at it’s source. it is only a few moments before her arrival that she recognized the notes of the golden man. he had done nothing especially noteworthy of her attention, though she supposed it was better than another challenger. 

she slows to a stop as she comes upon the pair, auds pressed forward and angling first toward the stranger, and then the soldier. ”what is this?” comes her inquiry, blunt as she focuses her attention on the man.

phone post

The woman was wise to not speak anymore since she now didn't have any power left since she was stepping on his soil. The Golden male continued to look forward into the misty woods of the Nightwalkers territory for his impatience for the Warlord brat to srrive was starting to wear thin. But, he didn't have to wait any longer for the stalling figure of the pup leader was starting to form a shape of a wolf in the mist as she came into view. Ghidorah's expression remained blank until the Warlord spoke, demanding what this was, referring to the woman of course.

The Golden titan continued to eye Hela as his lifeless expression remained on his face, "a fine pet for us to keep," he purred as small wicked smile formed on his face. "I hope this catch satisfies you?" He flicked his tail towards the injured woman with his silver eyes starting to glow menacingly in what little light the forest gave.

Not long after his call went out a young dark and red-colored female came to "greet" them. Cordelia thought their appearance to be rather junior for a leader of a pack, but perhaps she was a patrol. The female's stern response followed by the titan's acknowledgment soon proved her thoughts wrong as this indeed was their leader. Though young her appearance and presence about her was anything nothing immature. When glanced at, Cordelia did her best to stay still her tail and present unimposing but felt no need to show direct submission. Their leaders focus soon turned to address her companion directly to which he remarked about the offering of a freshly caught fish, or so she thought.

Cordelia thought it a tad bit strange to address a piece of prey as a "pet" but connotation was the least of her concerns. She thought it best to hold her tongue and allow her guide to lead the conversation as he had done her recent journey. It had crossed her mind that he had not made her injury or possible need of attention apparent, but she knew that the welfare of his pack would come before her. Only after, she thought, would she be addressed.