Blacktail Deer Plateau New faces

And on he went. His first encounter with a man called Baudelaire hadn't ended on the brightest of fashions. But hey, who said they were required to be friends? Exactly... no one.

The borders were quiet, save for the occasional rustling of critters beneath the ferns. Sanguinex couldn't help but tug at a wry smile when he lifted a leg to piss on said shrubs. Where the prey roamed, predators would be near in tow. This territory was no longer open to all, and he was quite keen to ensure they received the message without fail.