Can you handle my pranks (OoO)

Now this was interesting, interesting indeed, the smell of blood all over but the ground seemed to absorb any trace of blood here. To me it seems that this land thrives off of blood. That can be quite fun to play with. Fenris looked around this land, his paws gently touched the ground leaving hardly no imprint in the ground.He was very good at sneaking around the place, he was swift, silent, and that was a good trait to have since he loves to pull pranks a lot. His eyes landed upon a pile of sticks, they were covered in old blood. "Defently a battle ground, that i know for sure" he spoke as his paws stepped over the sticks still silent as ever.

Most of the time others notice him if the wind was not in his favor, other than that he can sneak up on others with out them even knowing he was there until it was to late. Fenris shook his fur removing some dirt that had lodged it's self upon the depths of his roots.A slight twitch of his ear indicated the wind had just chained direction. He was no longer in the advantage, he was now up wind and all those who were down wind knew he was here, if they had a scene of smell.