Ghastly Woods forests

backdated to a day after the Hollow and Teketa thread :)

She had found the herd she had been tracking. The day priors work had not been for naught; they were here. It was a sizable herd, easy prey as far as the Issumatar was concerned. But she could not do it alone. Large though she was, Siku could not take down a healthy doe. She had no desire to test them on her lonesome, either. If she were to find a weak one, what could she do? It would expend energy she needed to journey back. An earlobe shifted atop her crown as she lifted her muzzle up to scent for young. She was not too hungry to need a full-sized buck or doe (though it would be nice), so a doe's young whangdoodle would be perfectly sufficient...

She was in luck. Spring had come for the critters of the forest as well, and her plume moved left and right as she observed a doe heavy with its unborn in the distance. Siku had no qualm terminating its life. It was food, and it would sustain her for many days. Still. Even a pregnant doe she could not take alone. It would likely be more aggressive in its means to keep her away... and so her eyes perused the crowd, seeking a young one she could take on her own. She imagined it would come to that, and so she hungrily observed, hoping beyond hope there were plenty of whangdoodles to be had.

Whangdoodles. xD

It was chance that brought Teketa along the path of another the next day. Yesterday's encounter had left him feeling odd and isolated. he didn't suppose he minded the feeling - it was one he was used to and almost comfortable with in that capacity. Nevertheless, that did not make it a good feeling. He was heading southeast through the Lore again - back into the forests. He felt a little more comfortable with the trees around him. Their aeolian branches were a protective embrace, their trunks watchful warriors. Teketa would have prodded on silently as he was if a scent hadn't suddenly wafted past his muzzle. He froze immediately to take it in. His brow furrowed as he recognized it as the scent of one of the wolves he had met yesterday.

The young man had been quite... interesting. But not fascinating like the blue-eyed female had been. He had not thought he'd see her again after their last encounter. He would not have sought her out then. But chance had dictated he should scent her here, and curiosity is a strong beast against which there is little defense. Teketa padded on softly, his steps careful and light as he looked for signs of life and movement.

He spied the herd first - deer, fit and healthy most of them. The woman he saw secondly, and it was to her his eyes moved and on her they remained. She was clearly looking for a target in the herd; choosing to maintain her secrecy, Teketa kept low and made his way carefully toward her. He was aware of the wind's direction as well - he didn't want to spook the deer. On the other hand, he felt a due caution, for the female might see his actions as threatening. He was stalking toward her more or less. However, his expression belied another purpose, as his eyes narrowed toward her and an ear flicked in the direction of the herd: want help?