Muscles rippled beneath a blood stained pelt, the devil himself stalking the lands in search of something more. A cold grin surfaced, the pupils of his venomous glare copied that of a rattlesnake. He was out for blood today, an invisible drive sending him into a flurry of want and need. His plans were drawing closer, and he needed more followers. If he had to force them to his will, then so be it. But he'd give them a choice first. And it would be his lucky day.
The spring winds sent him an invitation. The scent of a pack wolf was nearby, and it was not yet one he had met. But he knew which pack it belonged to, for he had been lurking around the North since his return, and studying the two packs that resided here. Changing his course like a monster searching for some other purpose, he moved like a shadow across the forest. His pelt would do well to blend in, but his red markings would stand out like blood splashed against the backdrop. No matter. He wasn't afraid of detection.
He'd find him. A male that appeared to be lost in more ways than one. The male's pack scent grew stronger, there was no mistaking where he was from. "Sonticus...you're well beyond your borders. You're bolder then most of those fools." His voice was nonchalant, emotionless even, as he came to a stop several tail lengths in front of the male.
