It was why there was no missing the sting in his ears as he walked, respectfully staying south of the Round Stone Crest borders, almost lingering into the thickets if he went too much further. It was why his ears were alert, and he was constantly on the approach, keeping his word. While @Gent had been a pleasant and respectful soul, Gunnar knew the threat had been real. The pressure had been real, and there was no mistaking the fact that he found himself bitter.

Was this what he was to become? Some sort of hopeless outcast? It was not something the fairly chatty wolf understood, but he had yet to find a reason to go scrambling up the mountain tops and howl like a blubbering fool. Clearly his luck was not being favorable, despite the fairly intelligent wolves he had met. Perhaps the flesh of his kindred was actually what he was missing.

With that thought in mind, tail swished from one side to the other thoughtfully, wishing it was that easy. If it had been, he would have consumed the nearest wolf wandering out alone without an escort. Crrrrrk, head shot up, tongue lolling out. Someone was out playing in the woods today, and they were in for a big surprise…

"Vestibulum mattis varius interdum."

What was making noise was easy enough to find, and there was simply no way that he would be able to make sense of things that were scavenging through his mind. His eyes were burning, and he found himself unable to stop the anticipation that slid through him. A quiet call, an absolute plea for some sort of attention. The female that he stumbled upon looked as naive as a first month old fawn, and it was why his mouth started watering with her grouchiness.

"My lady," Words came slipping out, innocent alarm peaking over his features as he moved to her - ears swinging forward, head lowering in a slightly more predatory position. "Are you harmed? Oh, sweet charms; the bones in the body are strong, but they are still so delicate... tell me you're not hurt - a muscle strain, perhaps?" Faking it was always a droll effort, his amusement sliding through him. Yes, she was hardly going to be hurt.

But this was an engagement to seek out her disposition and vulnerability; body low, tentative with those dancing brown eyes. Clearly he was intent to make sure that he could get her in a position that she would be left fawning over someone who finally took notice of her... after all, she was fairly dirty looking. He doubted she had been getting much attention at all...

"Vestibulum mattis varius interdum."

When the Witchdoctor's apprentice eased himself through the grasses toward her, nose reached out as he sniffed. Taking in her scent, committing her appearance and her voice was committed to memory, such was why there was not a moment that he could resist. Grin seemed to come shaping across his features, and he attempted to look a little more meek in her presence. Anything to make her seem to be at ease, which seemed to be already going swimmingly to his benefit.

"How awful, has no one been looking after you, my lady?" The lure on his tongue, dangling as he found himself shaking his head fiercely; the horror was sketched about his features for a few long moments, and there was nothing to be denied on his senses. "What a sin, I can't imagine - most of us loners, we're stuck waiting... one never goes catching the flesh of a prey when it might have already been staked out." The wolf stared at her, a fair look of amusement encircling his eyes.

"This was a very nasty, nasty reality..." Words were sweet on his tongue, attempting to be generous with his facts that were being given out. "Sparrows are sweet and so chivalrous, but they need the finest quality of seeds - where's a servant, where's a comfort to be given?" He seemed appalled, effortlessly keeping his gaze serious enough on the matter.

"Vestibulum mattis varius interdum."