The southern heat was vastly different then the northern terrain. And truthfully, he preferred the warmer weather as opposed to the cold. However, he also preferred the shadows as opposed to the daylight, then again the sunlight disguised him as blood stained angel, seemingly with innocent intentions, however, his black heart and dark mind would prove otherwise. Amber gaze burned into the scenery before him, the blood stained beast clambering over barren hills to a place unknown. He didn't care, as long as he was nowhere near the pack of Glaciem. They did nothing, and so he would do nothing for them. He would continue as he had been doing, gathering followers for his future pack. And one day, those who proclaimed to be his enemies, he would watch their empire fall.
A scent distracted him from tempted thoughts, twisting his body to face the smell, he would catch a glimpse of a pelt unfamiliar and yet peculiar. He wasn't sure whether it was wolf or prey animal at first on sight, but the scent told him it was a young female. A smirk presented itself upon blood inked lips, and quietly he strode towards her. Perhaps she would make a good addition, and he would take her...willingly or not. It was time to get back in touch with his roots. He was not a nice man, and he would prove that to the world. Approaching downwind, he would find himself appearing behind her, her spotted backside glinting in the sunlight. "Children should not be wandering alone..." He purred.
