The wolf prowls through the wood, a supposedly simple creature in a supposedly simple land.

It isn't often he goes out like this, in this form. To the observer, anything less than a magical examination would reveal a wolf. Overly large for its size, perhaps, with unusually brilliant blue eyes, silvery-gray fur, wearing a heavy, thick beaten silver collar from which dangles an amulet of jet black stone flawed in the middle by a single amethyst-colored mark...but a wolf nonetheless. It is one of the things that makes it so he can walk through this world more or less unnoticed, a sort of camoflauge that keeps him from being recognized too easily. More than a few times in this form, he has been mistaken for someone's escaped familiar, the owner perhaps long dead or simply not wanting of such a creature anymore. Those who have had that misconception have more often than not given him preferential treatment or else simply avoided him.

For now, though, he is simply enjoying a walk in the wood, seeking a bit of solitude, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the freedom of movement this form gives him.

He'd been walking for some time before he found the clearing, and he pauses at the edge of it. He had not expected finding anyone other than the usual animals in the forest, perhaps the odd wanderer that, like him, is only seeking a little peace. Here, though...

He can sense as well as smell the mingled emotions here. Fear...relief...a sense of freedom, newly acquired. Familiar emotions - he'd felt them himself, long, long ago. He steps into the clearing, looking around, following the scents. It doesn't take him long to find the note, left in the gap of a tree, where the emotions are the strongest. He examines it for a moment intently, wondering if he should look at the contents, before turning away. Whatever is there is not his concern. More out of curiousity than concern, he follows the scents that lead away from the tree, out of the clearing and into the wood, towards Rhy'Din, his animal senses picking out the person's scent with ease.

Female. Elven, perhaps. And a more than passing familiarity with the wood, it seems, if the traces left are anything to judge by.

An almost human smile tugs at the wolf's features as he begins to follow the scent.

It hadn't taken him long to catch up to her, a fortunate combination of her not having left the clearing shortly before he got there and his own natural speed. Wolves are great hunters, and he is no exception in any form. Still, though, he'd thought he'd been quiet enough to avoid detection - he had been taking care not to be heard. She must be better at this than he thought.

He smiles to himself. A challenge, then...it's been a while since he had one.

So, now that she knows he is here...what to do' Back off, or reveal himself? He stares out at her from the cover of the brush, sapphire eyes wandering over her form as he thinks. As he'd guessed from her scent, she was a female, and elven, at least partially - she has another scent to her that he can't quite place, something suggestive of...something. Familiar. Magical, perhaps. Smiling to himself, he notes that she is not unattractive at all, either...but pushes that away, almost as fast as it surfaces. That's not what he's here for.

Finally, he decides that if she knows he's there, hiding will serve no more purpose but to make her think she's being hunted. He himself has been hunted too much in the recent past, and he doesn't care for the feeling. He would suppose that neither would this one, and besides, it is simple curiousity that has gotten him this far.

Finally, he steps out of the brush, which seems to open and spread apart to let him pass, gently bowing out of the way with a rustle of leaves and creaking of branches, stepping fully into her view. He keeps his head down slightly and tail up, his startlingly brilliant blue eyes fixed on hers, stalking slowly towards her.