Deepwood Weald Boss Monsters

The moment of comfortable peace found within the bosom of the forest was interrupted by a chuff. The individual couldn't be seen yet as Rosencrantz's head was put on a swivel while trying to find the source of the sound. It felt eerie despite the other trying to announce their presence. The knight was often on high alert, uncertain of whom it might be he would remain so until their demeanor was proven to be kind and not malicious. A part of him wondered if the cannibal had followed him here now, ready to start up the same battle as before...

The thought brought his pelt to prickle defensively, ready to defend himself should the man come lurching out of the fog-filled woods, a low growl set out as a warning to whomever that he wasn't one to be trifled with. Though, if it was the sand-man, he was certain the growl wouldn't matter all things considered from their last encounter. Not able to pick up the scent of the stranger yet - he'd relax once the familiarity of Vespera's new pack scent would calm him just enough to not attack immediately.