He stalked through the forest like a wraith in the shadows, the male snaking his way around the brush and trees. He Was using his spare time to scout for potential herbs that he could use for his poisons, to use for his lethal tactics. The male leaped over a fallen log, landing neatly on the other side. His twisted ankle had healed, but it had been a temporary mishap to begin with. Upon touching down on the other side, he would catch a scent that he had recognized if only vaguely.
A smirk would rise on inky lips, and the male silently made his way to follow the trail. He would see her moments later, the girl he had run into once before, however, he had seen her at the pack gatherings. Sapphire pools followed her movements, and quietly his footfalls stalked her until he was satisfied with his stalking ability, and then made himself known. "mhaisi?il bhfaca t? anseo mo chro?." He would purr, Irish accent leaking like venom from a serpents fangs.