Perhaps it was a sick twist of fate that had managed to drag the beast of one's nightmare or dream depending how you viewed it back to a territory that more or less felt familiar beneath paws as pale as the snow that still littered the ground. The time spent in the Lore prior had been short and sweet for the roaming bachelor like the nectar the various women he wooed offered. Once more, though, it would seem the time had come where such pleasant aromas wafted heavily on the breeze, testing the steeliness of any brute's reserve when faced with such delectable temptations. Just the way Sunder liked it.
Pale emerald irises peered beyond the ample ledge and down below at the mountainous terrain he would need to cross should he wish to find his source of entertainment for the season, a devilish smile tugging back at the leathery lining of his lips recalling memories of the year prior. The dark coated woman had been a fiesty one as they danced, would he find similar in these parts or possibly even cross paths with the very she-devil again. Oh how the women of this place were far from ready to tango with the devil himself.