Deepwood Weald the boom, boom, boom of your heart

With the mountain behind him, and every stride onward carrying him further into the wilds at large, he began his way into the forest of tall trees without a second thought. It came to him alongside a growing confidence in his ranging, though rarely did he make it all that far from the dominion of his family--especially lately, when there remained plenty there to stay occupied with even at home, but summer had opened a new interest in the opportunities beyond. However, some may just recognize it as that timeless urge to simply see what there was to see, and unbeknownst to him, his bloodline was rife with its desire.

When along the way, the winds speak of blood, he first thought comes as he has misinterpreted. Just a trickle on the wind, and it came with scent of someone unfamiliar to him too, though he has been prepared for that (maybe, to an extent, hoping for it) so with a curious pivot, he decided to check it out.

Weaving through the trees and the ferns, he tracked down the source before long. He lifted his head immediately for a better look: a leggy wolfess, a stranger, and indeed, it smelled like her blood, oddly enough. Antares moved himself to intercept her pathway, coming from the direction she was heading already, though did not say anything to introduce himself yet beyond the hawkish look he centered on her first.