It is quiet here.

The waters brush along the shore gently, stroking the lands like a shy lover attempting to gain affection without being too greedy. There is a lingering chill in the air though winter has long gone. Chilly fingers sliding along the beasts below hastily, refusing to retreat though the sun bears down intensely. It is almost a perfect feeling, the mix of hot and cold enough to calm the most rattled of nerves. A day that one might call beautiful. Except for one little thing;

Gul.

He stands along the tree line, his dark and looming presence enough to break the tranquility that wafts through the area. Didn’t think it was possible but the world grows even quieter as if the main event has come, the curtains have drawn and he is a star or more befitting, the villain of the show.

Massive head rises, scarred face beginning to show signs of age, as he inhales the air. The clean scent is enough to satiate his hesitations for entering into the barren area. The faded aroma of other wolves long gone, causing hackles that seem to always be risen, to lower. He shakes out that thick fur and steps forward, talons scraping along the soft dirt. It is the water he interested in for his palette is a little parched after that...hunt.

The blood still lingers upon his lips, dried and crusted along his fur. As if the mad king did not look estranged enough right? Skull lowers to the fresh water at the riverside, pausing for a minute to stare into his own eyes. To others what did he look like? To be honest, he didn’t care. None of them mattered. Tongue slides out to grasp at the water, the cool liquid sliding down his throat and settling inside him to cool his heated body. That same tongue drags along his bloodied lips, cleaning them.

And then it happens, it seems to always happen to him when he is the least willing for company.

A femme, the thick, sweet perfume giving her presence away and although it is possible he could be wrong, he can not resist speaking, “staring is impolite,” he rumbles lowly, ears pinning back across his skull. “though if you must, come get a closer look.”