Elm

Why the man had called him, he was utterly oblivious -- but he felt a pang of anxiety churn in his stomach and rattle him from deep within. The night was dark and foreboding, and he found himself uneasy even as he approached the man that was beginning to become so familiar to him. It was not fear that shook his bones, but something else.

The silence was thick and seemed unbreakable, but after a long moment, Deteste parted his jaws to speak. The man had taken the red forest, and was offering him a home here. No, not just a home, but a position by his side. A soft exhalation would sound in the still winter air, and he would shift his weight from one paw to the other, pondering what his offer really meant. He had changed, of that he was sure; but his need for revenge could not be fulfilled here. Not like this. "What is it that I offer to you?" he would inquire simply, wondering what good a child would be to him. A mere yearling, with little experience and a heart full of rage that only seemed to grow more powerful with each passing day.