Daylily

The Warlord slipped easily into the terratory of the weeping woods. The land near as familiar to him as his own. He often kept tracked of how many wolves passed the terratories near his own. Kept note of predators in the area, and availability of food. He knew well the dangers of a starving wild cat.

His bear companion kept close to his side, she had started to learn some of his tongue, and he a little of hers. Enough that the gestures and grunts she made brought a wry laugh from the titans form, and he shook his head at her. "I'm not calling you Weeper" the matter of her name was yet to be settled. What she called herself in her own tongue was long and he had stumbled across it enough times that she decided to take on another in his tongue. They had yet to decide between what between them.

He caught the deep tones of Marshals form, and glanced upwards to see the vulture gliding lazily on a chilling breeze. His most trusted scout, taking in the landscape ahead of them. Despite his birds eyes, the Warlord found the wolf first, catching her scent on that very breeze that stirred through the trees. Close, strong, and unfamiliar. He stalked forward, moving through the familiar giants of this forest world until he found her. Pale form, unusual eyes. "Winter Greetings." He voiced outloud, stopping a polite pace from her, the stirring of naked branches above him adding a whisper to his words. His Bear fell still behind him, easing herself slowly up to two paws, as together, they eyed the stranger.