You're a mean one..

Horus felt almost intimidated by the fog now. He could hear paw steps around him but nothing could be seen. Who was this mysterious stalker? He stood still for a long moment trying to assess his situation. Was it after him or just unaware of his presence in the fog? Slowly a shade of orange past through a thin area of the fog and Horus caught a glimpse of the beauty. A fierce looking predator was roaming around these woods, one with a pelt of fire and what looked to be a mood that matched.

His paws were slow and his pelt almost made him vanish in the mist itself. His intent was to follow the wolf in whatever her endeavors were. Maybe she would lead him to her treasure stash where they could maybe have a heart to heart about who it should belong to. It wasn't a far trek when the fire demon stopped and turned, her ears lifting and showing Horus too where those awkward sounds were originating. He sighed with impatience as she turned and headed into a thick cloud of fog. With a bit of odd foot work and his destination in mind Horus didn't follow her as much as took a side route to get there in a different direction.

His frame was shaggy and damp from the prolonged stroll in the dew filled air but his appearance against the fog was frighteningly handsome all the same. His curiosity set upon him like the plagues of old Egypt, but when he reached the scene he was less then disappointed. It was his niece. The strong headed lass he'd met on the sandy shore not too long ago. She looked like a wreck with her head twisting in every direction and her body on its last nerve. Horus smiled to himself in.. Well not a nice kind of way. He could even imagine the smell of her fear even though the fog clouded his nostrils. He was about to step forth when another wolf seemed to have noticed the stray duchess unable to take care of herself.

Horus wondered if he should step in and make a fool of his niece or.. To step back and wait to see if she truly did need his help.