From one weird scenario to another, Rhododendron found getting himself into. The trail of strange pink flowers atop said trees were initially what drew him from the other side of the highlands. His nose guiding him to another thing that caught his attention. Yet despite the horrid smell that made his nose hairs feel like they were on fire, the wolf of Halloween eyes couldn't help himself from exploring further. Long and sturdy legs carried him towards the trail, following what looked like muck spread out across the once green grass and pretty petals.

What on earth was this? Something told him he was about to find out. Rhododendron continued his quest, until he looked upon a from of darkness with tufted ears. The young wolf had no idea what to make of them at first, deciding whether or not to even approach. Was this the creature that made that screaming sound moments ago? Curiosity was further peaked. It took a lot to freak this auburn pelted wolf out. But this encounter just might send him into oblivion. He hunkered down in the grass, body poised like a stalking cat on the prowl. But his intentions were yet quite clear, though they would be in time.