Spring was the best season in the Hollowed Grounds, when the explosion of new life gave it a shadow of health and vivacity. It was also a good time for a little judicious hunting of the new young creatures too stupid to survive long, and Jigano and Isuma were not above doing their part to cull the weak and fill their bellies at the same time. His winter camouflage was gone, white fur stark against the new greens flourishing everywhere, but even a white fox could sneak up on foolish young rabbits while his gryphlet companion hunted mice nearby.
He had just pounced on one small, fluffy woodland creature when the smell of blood struck his nose like a blow, and he twisted his head to catch the source. Another errant spring breeze brought a second whiff, and he stepped off of the terrified little lunch, letting his nose guide him towards what smelled like quite a lot of blood, and freshly spilled to boot.
A flicker of thought towards Isuma and then the fox was trotting along, bunny forgotten as his curiosity overcame his hunger. The wind led him to a hidden clearing, but the blood's owner was no wounded stag. Between one tree and the next the white Attuned shifted from beast to man, clearing his throat to announce his presence as he looked the unfamiliar young man over with concern. There was really quite a lot of blood, and he could feel the threads of his healing magic vibrating even from his current distance. "Would you like a hand?" he asked, wary of approaching a wounded stranger too quickly.
He was dressed in his usual garb of grey sleeveless overtunic and pale green, wide-sleeved undertunic over fitted leather trousers and soft-soled boots. Long white hair was pulled back in a loose tail, and a worried frown creased the honey-brown skin of his sharp features. He was a creature of long limbs and lean muscle, and he moved almost soundlessly with a dancer's easy grace and a hunter's silent stride through the forest as he approached slowly, with empty hands held up to show he had no weapons and meant no harm.
He had just pounced on one small, fluffy woodland creature when the smell of blood struck his nose like a blow, and he twisted his head to catch the source. Another errant spring breeze brought a second whiff, and he stepped off of the terrified little lunch, letting his nose guide him towards what smelled like quite a lot of blood, and freshly spilled to boot.
A flicker of thought towards Isuma and then the fox was trotting along, bunny forgotten as his curiosity overcame his hunger. The wind led him to a hidden clearing, but the blood's owner was no wounded stag. Between one tree and the next the white Attuned shifted from beast to man, clearing his throat to announce his presence as he looked the unfamiliar young man over with concern. There was really quite a lot of blood, and he could feel the threads of his healing magic vibrating even from his current distance. "Would you like a hand?" he asked, wary of approaching a wounded stranger too quickly.
He was dressed in his usual garb of grey sleeveless overtunic and pale green, wide-sleeved undertunic over fitted leather trousers and soft-soled boots. Long white hair was pulled back in a loose tail, and a worried frown creased the honey-brown skin of his sharp features. He was a creature of long limbs and lean muscle, and he moved almost soundlessly with a dancer's easy grace and a hunter's silent stride through the forest as he approached slowly, with empty hands held up to show he had no weapons and meant no harm.
