In the shadows of the forest

Having traversed the snow-covered woods and observed from a distance, Cadaver was well aware of Ember's mission- or at least to some degree. Her determination was amusing in its pathetic desperation. The thought that she could find whatever it was she was looking for in this barren land deeply entertained the young wolf. Cadaver shifted his weight on his paws, the snow crunching under his heavy frame. His dual-toned eyes peered out from behind a thick veil of fir trees, one side a pale, icy blue and the other a soft, rosy pink.

The faint scent of her had lured him here, curiosity piqued and a familiar sense of contemptuous amusement lighting the dark corners of his mind. Cadaver felt an odd sense of satisfaction watching this futile effort. His lips curled into a snarl, a predator lurking in shadows, passing cold judgment on the oblivious prey before him. She was clearly a bit older than him, maybe a half-year or so. It bothered him, the way she fumbled about, no sense of direction and no hint of a plan. Cadaver decided he had seen enough. A low grumble rumbled in his chest as he parted the veil of trees, each step calculated and deliberate, announcing his presence.

The snow beneath his paws crunched as he moved, the sound echoing ominously through the silent forest. His voice broke through the silence, "Lost, are we?" The playful lilt in his voice was belied by the cold edge to his words, a clear challenge thrown into the silent expanse of the frozen woodland.

"Cadaver Nightwing"