Say You'll Haunt Me

The swaying willows to the north seemed to be a decent area to hunt, even if the prey was quite smaller than he was used to. The animals were smart, and tended to stick to the wooded areas when the cold was the worst - which happened to be now, during the spring-winter. There were many trails beneath the trees, and he followed one of a rabbit; not only did he quite enjoy the taste of their meat, he could absolutely use another soft rabbit fur for his bed. He stalked among the trunks quietly, but it wasn’t too long before another set of tracks crossed his path. It was obvious to the type of owner, and Fizniraeth stood as tall as he could to see if the canine was near. A rustle of noise made him look off to his left, and there he could see a dark figure. Well, the rabbit was no doubt hunkering in his burrow at this point, so might as well check on this new encounter. It was best to check out everyone that came close to his temporary camp site.

As he neared, he spied what had caused the commotion - the other male shook away a stray wine that had gotten stuck about a pair of horns upon his head. The stout male couldn’t hold a chuckle in, stopping a good ways from the stranger to call out. ”B’ware, they bite at night!” The russet man offered a toothy grin at his helpful advice, the deep rumble of mirth still bubbling from his throat.