Alone in a Room

He had spent his night underneath the coverage of a weeping willow within the mangrove the night prior, and to his pleasant surprise... there was something about the mangrove that made it come alive in autumn. Between the fireflies and the glow of the foliage beneath the moon, everything about the mangrove seemed quite mystical and otherworldly. It didn't surprise him, as... it wasn't too far from the gates that led to the Underworld within Mount Volkan.

He could feel the presence of spirits here, and he could feel the threads of fate being woven by them as he enjoyed his stay beneath their trees and among their soil. He felt energized and inspired when he awoke and wasted no time looking for an outlet to pour that energy into it, lest he became.. bored and unsatisfied.

His toes were strong as they gripped the healthy soil, pulling him along vigilantly at the end of his long, well-muscled limbs that held markings very similar to Derecho's own. It wasn't until he crossed paths with the trails of a herd of deer that he slowed down and began tracking, and it wasn't long after that when he noticed the tracks of another wolf who appeared to be doing the exact same as he.

His thick skull lowered, his square muzzle hovering above the bent grass left in the pawprints of the woman he echoed. Her scent was alarming, to say the least.. so very much akin to his own and to Storm's.. he had a feeling this was one of the daughters Storm spoke of, but he did his best not to get ahead of himself just yet. He followed the scent of her quietly, focused on the hope of finding his daughter over finding the herd. What he found was something unexpected, as.. she didn't appear to be hunting, she appeared to be observing the deer.

From a distance, he watched her as she looked on to the herd, his eyes eventually trailing over to them as well. They stuck so close to one another as they grazed, their long legs never seeming to move without grace as they moved around from one another. For now, predator and prey seemed to be at peace.. and that was something the hunter hadn't experienced in quite some time. He lowered his skull, aligning it with his spine as he moved in fluid fashion toward the girl he'd been following. He could only see the side of her face, but already.. those markings and that mane stuck out to him. She was a beautiful mix between the two of them, holding his tones and the faint outlines of the markings that made up his pelt- yet with the gloss of white inherited from her mother that kept her looking... pure. And what a purity she was, sitting here.. harmlessly watching the deer that the fiend was preying upon just moments ago.

"Good morning," he called out to her in hushed tones, hoping not to disturb the deer.