All is Violent, All is Bright [Alarik]

Well, Alarik had certainly never been here before. This ravine had almost taken him by surprise. He'd been to the lands surrounding it, but had never ventured into its depths. Especially at night. Really, what was he thinking? This place looked, and felt, dangerous to him. And yet his curiosity had gotten the best of him, and he'd decided to take a look anyway. But he couldn't deny that it had taken a little pep talk to convince him. And that pep talk had, embarrassingly, consisted of him calling upon the knight in shining armor he used to imagine himself to be as a pup. Knights weren't scared of shadowy ravines.

So here he was. He kept his ears perked and constantly swiveling, as if expecting that telltale snap of a branch. It was a dark night, but surprising warm. He did a bit of sight seeing and was just about to turn around and go back when suddenly he caught a scent on the wind. Female, older than him. Recently a mother. That knight in shining armor made himself known again, and he decided to track the scent just in case the woman needed help.

Boy, was he in for a surprise.

When he saw her, he took a moment to appraise her. She was large, and looked plenty strong. Not the type of woman to be a damsel in distress. But that didn't mean he couldn't say hello. "Hello," he called out softly. Not very creative, but oh well. "What brings you here at this time of night?"