Lykaon had been fishing. And then he had chased a deer into a nearby brush. Now he realized he'd have to stay away from Druid's rise for the evening. To far away to head back. But at least he had a few fish and a couple of squirrels tossed over his shoulders. He had lost the deer in the underbrush. Territory he did not know. That was his folly. But he would have to learn it now. Because now he was determined to right that wrong.
It had taken him some time to find a place that fit him. And he hadn't spoken to a lot of other's in his time among these wilds. But here he was. Regardless. And he enjoyed the wolves therein. HE thought fondly of the first wolf he had met. But he hadn't seen her in sometime.
He was thrown from his ministrations of finding a place to bunk down for the night when a howl went up. He followed it. Fearful of what he may find at the end.
A soft Hello in the dark, before he'd step from the shadows. Blood streaked from prey. Squirrels still hanging from his shoulders.