As was his habit, Wendigo had gotten distracted and lost track of time, and himself, and now resurfaced without even a thought to how long it had been since he'd been active in implementing his plots and plans. A nastily insidious habit that was going to prevent him from reaching his goals if he didn't take care to change his ways and focus more, as he reminded himself now as he stretched and yawned - he'd been traveling for a long time already that day, the sun was already down and he was hot and tired - before continuing on through the bleached-pale trees and their weird bone-like vine adornments.

The land around him might have been hushed and reverent, like there was a great brooding predator looming over it to frighten the inhabitants into silence, but Wendigo rejected that inclination others might have to be intimidated or respectful of the strange forest and trotted through it as jauntily as the sunniest meadow full of playful butterflies. He wasn't unaware - he just didn't give a fuck. He cared far more about following the scent of water to the spring bubbling up and dropping his equipment, so he could stick his whole heavy head into the glowing waters to cool himself down and drink deeply.

It felt good enough to have the cold liquid trickling over his brown and along his jaw when he lifted his head out that the big Saxe didn't hesitate to plunge in fully and paddle around the deep pool. He liked the way the bioluminescence swirled and clung to his dark purple pelt and brought color to the silver markings. It was almost spooky in the darkness, and it gave him the spark of an idea that made him eye his painted elk mask with a faint smile. How neat would it be to have the whole of a band of raiders done up just like this, with spooky glow in the darkness? Wendigo, who unsurprisingly had a distinct flair for the dramatic, found it quite a pleasing picture.

Finally the big male dragged himself back up onto the shore to shake faintly-glowing water everywhere and flop down next to his equipment to rest and dry out. His mismatched eyes half-closed drowsily, watching the swirling pool without a care.

Identification was ready to set off for the wall, but today would be a day of relaxation before she had done such a journey. Ears twist and turn upon her cranium as emerald eyes glitter across the strange pool around her, it was quiet. Her tail giving a flick at her sides to ward off pesky insects. She slept a little father away as the sounds of another seemed to slowly stir the blonde woman. And honestly it wasn't a bad idea for the woman to get from the way to late, especially since she's been off and on with a slumber today. A yawn only to be followed by a stretch was given. Yes, it was time to wake.

Her paws carried her briskly across the ground as ears perk at the stranger laying there. Not knowing exactly when he took rest, probably the one that she heard while sleeping. Allowing the stranger to rest, she'd hunt. Offering a sign of peace, that she meant no harm. After all she wasn't as large as he was, but they both were here now. And she didn't know if he had eaten lately. Rabbits were down in their burrows for the night, and deer were down for sleep. The musky scent of them with their young drifted on the light winds. She could always fish and see what she would catch. Had to be something within the water. Right? With that she watched, and waited for what felt like for hours. The purple hue of water making it slightly harder. Attention was pulled away from the water to the dark shadows.

Eyes shot in the direction. Fur rose along her spine. Sure she didn't know the stranger she shared the area with but wasn't about to allow threats. So she set into motion towards the sounds. A low growl slipping from her maw, a small rogue coyote ran off away from the lady. Rubbing her body against the trees to warn off intruders, then moving back to the water, waiting for fish to come up to the edge.

"Identification"

Wendigo's slitted eyes opened slowly, practically glowing in the light from the pool, cat-like pupils dilating to pierce the darkness, as the sound of another wolf roused him from his drifting state. He kept still and relaxed. Only his eyes following the female as she moved furtively about. He was curious, but unconcerned at her presence and her motions. She seemed to be hunting. How sad for her that he'd probably scared away all the fish with his splashing. At her quietly fierce defense of the clearing, though, he couldn't help the deep, rumbling laugh that bubbled up from his chest, and he finally moved to push himself back to his paws to tower over her. "The scent of one lone female wolf isn't going to be much of a deterrent, you know," he laughed, though his tone was relaxed and casual. "You'd have been better off painting the tree in his blood as a warning; then they'd know you actually mean business." He stretched up on his toes and yawned a wide yawn that bared his long, serrated fangs quite unabashedly. He bounced a little as he came back down. "I've always found it a good practice to dispatch the ones that get too bold, anyway. Preventative maintenance and exercise in one, right?" He laughed again, giving her a boyish grin totally at odds with the subject matter.

She was started at the others voice, that drew closer her ears swiveled replaying his words within her mind. Emerald pools turned to see him, listening to the laugh which bubbled out. "I didn't mean to wake you, if I did." Eyes turned to the ground below the duo. She however did notice his eyes of yellowish gold and a bright purple which seemed to glisten and sparkle in the night. "And that coyote ventured to close for even my likings." Maybe he was correct about the way he may have done things. But would she openly admit to it? To anyone for that matter? Not at all.

"I mean, when theres one there are others. The pack could have sent him out to lure me into a trap. Than what?" She flashed the brute a smile, although she proved to others that she could stand her ground, this male didn't know that. A soft laugh echoed out from her. "What would you have done if you were I then dear?" She didn't give him a name but he didn't give his to hers so what was fair is fair. Isn't it? He was much taller than her, so she wouldn't tread with a fire she didn't know. She may be young but she by far was not stupid.

Ears laced back as more yips echoed threw the woods, causing her to pretend jump out of her skin. Her cream like coat appearing darker from the night that wrapped around all of the lands in a secure blanket. Pools look towards him.

Identification

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