Join the Hunt

He would stalk among the trees and leaves, allowing his mind to wander much like his paws. Tail would skirt behind him like a banner, not hanging particularly high, but not dragging the ground either. Chocolate and cinnamon hues grew lighter and darker, corresponding with the peeking glimpses of sunlight that trickled through the canopy. Rarely had the sun been seen in the past few days, and Leon was thankful for it. It made him feel... frisky. Voices would fill his mind, those of fellow pack members. At first they were dismissed. He was only on his second circuit of the pack land, this one taking him to the inner confines of Valhalla. He'd passed many others, voicelessly giving them a greeting by offering a nod or a wink of cerulean eyes. The forest grew thicker, tall woodlands branched out all around him, threatening to suffocate him. Leon ignored this, he was used to this place - and knew it would do him no harm.

However, as the voices grew nearer, he could only assume that sooner or later he'd cross their path. Physically adjusting his facial features, Leon would quirk a smile and a glimmer in his eye in order to seem more pleasant and sociable. Ashtoreth? Her voice, he knew he could never mistake it with another's. But who was that with her? Leon was sure he'd never heard this man speak before. A flurry of jealousy raged in the pit of his stomach, but he knew that that was a foolish thing to feel. He had no right to be jealous over her being with another male. No right at all.

As he came upon them, a warm greeting was given. "Good day to you both," he would offer, with a lingering look upon Ashtoreth's silver features. She truly was beautiful, both soaked in the rain - as he'd seen her last - and dry in the sun. "Ashtoreth, and... I don't believe we've met?" An inquiring look was given to the man. "I am Leon Adravendi, lead warrior of Valhalla." He wondered what it was that brought the two of them out.

"speeeeech"