[ The wolf does not notice Abby's presence at first, too preoccupied with investigating a scent left on the bark of a tall oak. For something so big and frightening, he is oddly calm in that moment, simply investigating his new territory.
That is until a cold breeze carries a strong scent of blood past his nose. Human blood.
Moony's body seems to spring to action in seconds, his mind a frenzy of blood-lust and huntattackkill. His hackles rise, a snarl ripping through his throat as he looks over his shoulder. His eyes gleam sharply in the darkness as he sets his sights directly on her and growls, low and threatening. ]
(Oh believe me, I've been waiting since I got here. XD)
That is until a cold breeze carries a strong scent of blood past his nose. Human blood.
Moony's body seems to spring to action in seconds, his mind a frenzy of blood-lust and huntattackkill. His hackles rise, a snarl ripping through his throat as he looks over his shoulder. His eyes gleam sharply in the darkness as he sets his sights directly on her and growls, low and threatening. ]