All that lingered this night was the hope of finding some fool amidst these woods, some soul easily targeted when those with arrangements made lay out of reach. And yet it is the blood of beasts which stains the air. Creatures who would not curb that growing thirst, provide nothing more than a tease of satisfaction should one attempt to indulge in their elixir. Nothing fulfilling. Merely a passing thrill. Thoughts which drew hissing breath between fangs perhaps he should have clung more closely to the realms of mortals.

Lament that may have clung to the mind if not for the rise of distraction, the tell tale perfumes of a wolf swiftly filling the senses. What was one doing within Crue Efros? He supposed it was not overly unheard of and yet a path still shifted toward this unknown. However, the more he focused upon it the vague pings of familiarity shone through the haze. That potential for growing tensions steadily ebbing away as instead lips spread in fanged smile. Going to this one may prove far more entertaining than a hunt. Perhaps one so seemingly simple could even be convinced to come along, to help him out despite needing none.

A thought which brought a gentle hum of amusement to reverberate in his throat, all he had to do was find the man. Such a task hardly difficult for the stink of mongrel was easily discerned from those more feral beasts. It twas a far cry from the delicacy offered by human flesh, different still from the aromas of the undead. Yet in the end none of that truly mattered for what rang clearest in his mind was this unknown. This nameless man who had still managed to enrapture his focus - at least for a time. The luminescence of his gaze quick to dance over surroundings until finally they’d come to rest upon an overhang, foliage brushing over the curve of stone.

‘There.’ Steps hardly silent as jewelry clinked with each motion, the same boldness another had shown in their previous meeting displayed in the way fingers dared to trail along the other’s jawline the moment he drew near enough. The brief prick of nails curling beneath those rugged features in hopes of forcing that gaze up for once rather than his own having to seek such heights. To him it mattered not if those eyes had already wandered, already held upon him for this was merely a part of the game. A display the damned need not put on and yet he was nothing if not excessive.

“Now what are you doing out this way? You do know wolves aren’t exactly revered in Crue Efros right?” Far from it in fact for so often they were marked as the enemy. Though unlike a number of his kin the decorated man held no qualms with beasts, no distaste in lingering in their presence even if the smell was hard ignore at times. And while for this one he may not have held a name it would not halt the torment of one vaguely familiar. It was his turn to do the touching though he was not foolish enough to think those hands would not stray to find fabric or flesh in time. Especially with such close proximity and the seeming allowance of such an act.