Meanwhile, in the forest...

Dalen Woodland, ? DSTR

In a crag at the base of a small ravine, a pair of blinking blue eyes peered out from the darkness. It was that predawn light; a gentle glow that began to filter through the leaves of a Dalen forest along with the first twittering of bird song and the rustle of small scurrying animals beginning their foraging. The owner of those eyes huffed, sending a swirl of warm condensing breath into the cool morning air. Another day waking up with his stomach in knots from wanting. Another day trying to find enough food to sate his ever demanding hunger, whilst trying not to draw too much attention from the local two-legs that occasionally traversed these woods.

He yawned, a wide toothy thing before getting up, stretching his long legs as he did so. He was, by most peoples recognition, a large, black wolf with a smattering of grey about his mussel and chest. Another stretch pulled on the muscles of his back and he let out a low groan of satisfaction before padding out of his rocky den. His nose lifted immediately, drawing in the scentscape of his surround. Seemed it might be a good day... he could smell the faint traces of Roe. He would need to circumnavigate the herd to get down wind from them but if he managed that he might not wake up hungry for a couple of days.

In anticipation he licked his chops and set off, not even considering anyone else might be hunting the forest deer.

(OOC: open tag to anyone who wants to jump in with Wolf.)