Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She seems to have run around the area a good bit. He’s got every which way her scent should point to all mixed up. There’s not really a definite direction to head to, so he’s stuck awaiting silently and readying himself for her silent attack. His muscles are stiff and ready to move when she reveals herself — whenever that may be.

Eyes to to each bush, and skirt alongside every tree trunk searching for her. How she could hide to easily from him he doesn’t know, but she’s got some skill he’d say.