Nice Day for Fishin' Ain't it?

A hauntingly familiar scent clung to the brisk spring air but it was of no one he could pin point. It reminded him of kin, but for all Miach knew that could be half of the natives he met. Elias spewed forth his seed enough to riddle these lands with his offspring. Thus, as the crimson brute moved through the thicket his eyes were wide with worry and demeanor stiff as a board. Miach did not fancy the idea of bumping into one of his father's companions in the slightest. But, with his previous interaction with Acere he couldn't be so sure everyone still bowed down to the demonic ghoul.

Giant paws hit the earth as he moved along the river. Soon his blood red gaze fell upon a black and white pelt. Steps slowed as he silently observed the opposing Wolf. He was familiar but with everything that had happened it was very hard to put his claw on who this stranger was. But, what he could suss out was that the stranger was on a fishing venture. With a half-assed shrug the crimson beast moved closer to the other Wolf. Miach offered a neutral expression with lips in a fine line. "Greetings." It was all the nervous male would offer, not wishing to disturb him too much. If a problem arrised Miach would likely just trot away as if nothing had happened.