Skeleton in the Closet

It had been so long since he had been in the western lands of Alacriita. Slowly his paws would carry him across the terrain, his head low as he took in the scents of the land. His mind was heavy with thoughts but he found them slowly ebbing away as walked away from the territory claimed by Cataleya. He had been here once, to this lake -- warily he made his way to approach it, purple gaze darting to and fro. He was strangely quiet for a man his size, slinking carefully toward the edge of the lake, suddenly feeling more parched than he had realized.


The scent of a woman was strong in the air. It was familiar to him and yet it took him a long moment to place it. Silently he would move along the lake's edge, his gaze cast out over the water as he searched for her. It took him some time to find her, but he did -- the woman with black and tan fur, with mismatched eyes. The one that had been abandoned and the one he had wanted so badly to corrupt. Curiosity shone in his amethyst stare as he lowered himself to his hindquarters, watching her and wondering when she might notice she was being watched.