Blacktail Deer Plateau New faces

Ah, so there was another. As it seemed, his days wouldn't be limited solely to the brash, boyish encounter.

Someone petite stepped close, frame unashamedly rubbing near against a tree. Their own form of marking, he supposed. A woman, no doubt. They were often more bashful.

One of the dreadfather, I take it? Sanguinex questioned, slinking a step closer. The answer was obvious, be he wanted to hear it from her lips.