Smells, smells, glorious smells. They invaded his nostrils with an alarming frequency, calling his attention away from the task at hand. Raigo Akreon was back, after a few months of being absent. He had missed home, even if home wasn't exactly defined yet. They had stumbled upon a place, but he had gotten caught up with the thrill of the hunt before the territory borders had been completely defined. It was an understandable mistake, but not necessarily one that he was sure his family would understand. The place he was wandering about now was completely different though, from any place that they had gone before. The trees here were...strange. The branches were hanging low, their leaves brushing the grass. It was weird. Because it was just the branches, not the whole trunks. But, that was whatever, the youth decided. Trees were trees, and despite their odd shapes or tendencies, they could only be so interesting.

The deer on the other hand, they were interesting. Very interesting. His stomach rumbled, and he lowered himself into a crouch, worried that they might have heard him. Raigo was not an expert hunter by any means, but he wanted the chance to satisfy his carnivore needs. Hunching forward, he began to crawl forward on his elbows, doing his best to keep his bulk and tan and black coat out of view of the seven deer. So far so good, he hoped. They didn't seem to notice him, and they continued to browse around aimlessly under the hanging branches.

Breathing in deeply, he waited a moment, narrowing his focus, honing in on a single fawn that had wandered just a bit further from the group. Preparing himself, he exhaled, before he launched himself forward. A feral growl emerged from his throat, and he ran forward eagerly, scattering the deer. The fawn scrambled and turned, running away (towards Borlla).

The thrill of the chase was overwhelming. Raigo's heart was pounding what must have been a thousand miles a minute, and he gave chase with glee. Weaving in and out of the weird branches, he ducked under their leaves, taken aback when they did not hit him as a normal tree would, but rather parted out of the way without putting up any force. If he had time, he would have stopped to examine this, but he had to do better. The fawn was running, and despite the angry cries of the mother doe, he was closing in. He could almost see himself springing towards the fawn, teeth parted as he went for the kill. But he missed, and instead tripped it up. Which was alright, he would get it.

Pulling up short, he skidded forward a few inches as he realized that what he was envisioning was not in his head, but something that he was literally seeing. Raigo's brown eyes grew wide as he realized that he was not alone, and that there was another canine creature who was hunting here too. What were the odds of that? Not very good, but at least she was there, now they could take the thing out together. Growling at the fawn, he cast his eyes around him, but it seemed that the mother doe had realized the fate of her young and had left with the others. He snorted, she could always have another. Turning his head around, he watched the young female, tongue rolling out of his mouth, saliva beginning to collect in anticipation.

It was beautiful, the way the female's teeth crushed the neck of the fawn with ease. The powerful jaws closed around the crying fawn's life, and within moments, it was over. The life faded, and the body of the fawn stopped fighting. As it went limp, Raigo's tail started wagging with pride. It was dropped to the ground by the pretty female, and she looked over her shoulder, blood staining her tan fur. Even like that, the way her honey colored eyes were smiling at him, he couldn't help but notice that she was rather...cute. But his attention was diverted by the strong scent of blood, and saliva began to drip from his tongue to the ground. She was going to share, wasn't she?

That answer was given him as if she had read his mind, and she grinned. Wagging his tail, he approached the abandoned kill. The strange lady had taken a sizable chunk out of the gut of the fawn, but that wasn't what he was interested in. Circling around the back of the dead animal, he lowered his head to the hind quarters. Teeth sinking into the flesh, he ripped the skin easily. Fighting only momentarily with the muscle and sinews, he yanked his head back up, tail wagging as he heard the satisfying rip of the meat as it came apart from the body. Munching on it, he walked a few feet away and dropped it to the ground. Settling back on his haunches, and then down to his stomach, he pulled the piece of meat forward with his paws. Taking a bite, he began to gnaw on his food before swallowing it. Looking over at Borlla, he grinned at her with a bloody muzzle. "We make a good team it seems," he said, nodding towards the piece of the kill she was chewing on.

The food tasted so good. It had been a while since he had anything of substance in his stomach. The blood was dripping from his muzzle onto the ground, Raigo was sure he looked like a slob. But at that moment, with the warmth of the fresh kill lighting his belly, he didn't particularly care. It had been far too long, and he was going to savor every bite that he could. He was so absorbed in his food, that he barely heard her laughter, but eventually it's bright sounds caught his attention and he looked up. Cocking his head to the side in confusion, he chuckled too, but not too much, just an iota. He was missing the joke, whatever it was.

Ears perking atop his head as she spoke, he grinned at her and dipped his head, breathing in a whiff of the kill in front of him as he did so. His stomach growled, and he took another piece in between his teeth. Chewing on it for a moment, he didn't answer immediately. Only after the piece of raw meat had disappeared down his throat did he return her inquiry. "Raigo Akreon, or Rai if you prefer. Do you live around here, Borlla?" Maybe she could help him find his way back to Cedarwood Forest, back to his family. For while the hunt was fun, eventually he would have to go seek out the reason he had come back.

One bite, two bites, three bites. And then it was gone. The last of his portion of the kill disappeared in front of him, and he grinned as he felt the satisfaction in his stomach. It had been a while since he had anything substantial in there, and he made a note to thank the young she-wolf across from him for allowing them to share, even though it had been a team effort from the start. Pink tongue sliding out from between his black lips, he licked the parts of his muzzle that he could reach, the sweet taste of blood causing his eyes to look over towards the remainder of the kill. But Raigo had his fill, and he merely settled down, perking up again as Borlla continued to question him.

A little north. Well what was north of here? Everything. She had given him a very mysterious answer, so when she asked him the question and expected a straightforward answer, he considered being just as devious. But truth was, he didn't live anywhere, and he told her there. "Well, I used to live with the Grizzly Hollow wolves...I think they live in Cedarwood Forest...but I left for a little bit. Trying to find my way back there now," he confessed. Shrugging his shoulders a little bit sheepishly, he spoke up again. "To be honest, I was never too familiar with Relic Lore, so I'm kind of lost when it comes to where everything is, hence the reason I ended up here." Wherever here was.