So Off My Rock | Joining

[wormwood.]

If Wormwood really thought about it, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell Snarl if the glass shards in the forest were some sort of accidental event like someone dropping a bottle, or something intentional like one of Beck's many traps. He still didn't know where all of the ghost's traps were, and he still wasn't sure if they were only in the swamp, or if they extended out into the surrounding forest. He had tried multiple times to figure both of things out, but it never really worked, and that was pretty disappointing to him, since it means that he could fall prey to them as well, just like several others had, like Moth. Still, his current focus was not actually on Beck's traps, but instead focused on the scent of blood that reached his nose as he wandered around the territory. He tensed up immediately at the fragrance, terrified that someone else had been attacked and taken by a Pittian, but thankfully it didn't seem that was the case. However, when he approached the scent of blood and found that he smelled something that wasn't familiar as either Tanglewood or the Pitt, he didn't feel himself relax at all. When he slowly emerged from the thick trees toward Snarl, he found himself pausing at first, caught off guard by the sight of the unfamiliar hyena in front of him, with just the faintest of oddness in her step.

For a moment, Wormwood thought that it was Vathmos, back from whatever impromptu vacation she had taken, and he felt a little thrill go through his heart, excitement entering his blue gaze. However, he soon realized that this was not in fact Vathmos, and a different hyena. He felt himself stare for a moment, having not seen another hyena anywhere near Tanglewood other than Vathmos, and having not seen a single other hyena since he had left the pride. Hyenas used to bring to mind terror and unpleasantness, since they had attacked he and his brother and terrorized their pride for ages, but now they had the opposite effect, ever since Vathmos had become one of his best friends. Now hyenas actually made him feel at ease, although this one didn't really have the same effect, since she still had the strange scent of blood on her and was sort of just wandering through their territory, heading towards the shore. Moving to settle down beside Moth, who had already asked the very important questions, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should ask, before he decided to chance it, following up quickly, "And... are you alright? I thought that I smelled blood before we ran into you..." She did have a piece of prey with her, which could have been the source of the scent, but it had seemed so fresh and hadn't seemed like it was from a piece of prey like a rabbit...

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]