Comfort is what he had found in the confines of the majestic forest. Only remanants remained of what had happened here so many years ago. Before he had even come to draw his first breath. Since then it has regrown and supplied few with peaceful shelter. It was a rare sight that he would find visitors within the mists that curled beneath the canopy of pine.
His purple fur has grown thick in preparation of winter that is soon to come. The deep shades of his mane accented his orange speckled occults. The lighter hue of amethyst shared the same roaning of orange as his dark eyes. There placement at the front of his skull was beneficial to a predator as him. Searching for prey was easy, even in the shadows of the deepest parts of the forest. His diet consisted mainly of rabbits and squirrels. The larger prey just wasn't worth the effort. He found even less interest in targeting the equines that wandered into the fallen kingdom. Memories of his mother would surface and deep down he knew somehow he was linked to these hooved quadrapeds.
Soft padded paws treaded lightly along the dried pine needles as he moved about. Learning stealth at a young age was crucial and he finds himself having mastered it now. Triangular ears perk forward at the sound of movement amongst the trees. His eyes quick to locate a dark form meandering. He slows and curls downwind. Hiding his scent from detection so he may observe the creature longer.
It isn't long before he observes another figure lingering alongside the ebony equine. This form is different but not uncommonly found by him. His mother had been such a presence growing up and somehow he feels a stronger connection to these two than with others he has found before.
Curiousity forces him nearer. An internal draw to find out more about these beings brings him into the shifting breaks of light. Curling his body through the twisted trunks of redwood, he travels to come to the strangers front. Revealing himself with a toothy grin, "Can I help you find something?" The mare seemed lost in thought upon his arrival. Lacking to mention the spirit that was mingling about his intention are thus far innocent.
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The Spirit Wolf
@[Astarael] sooo he is a Brennen descendant and thought he'd poke around. There is a spirit present though identity is unknown. If you wish it to be someone specific for a plot purpose let me know
