He had recently set up camp in the forest near her tribe, he had not yet seen her and had not yet received messengers from the tribe.

The black wolf raised his head at the sound of footsteps, watching carefully as a girl with a backpack passed by their camp. He narrowed his eyes slightly, not recognizing her from any of the werewolves he had seen before. Perhaps she was from the tribe where Rina would be delivered to him tomorrow? Her presence here tonight made him feel restless and curious.

The black wolf snorted softly and got to his paws. Something about this girl drew him in; her determination and lonesome air were appealing, even to the beast within him. He decided to follow her at a distance, curious where she might be heading and what business she had near their camp tonight.

The black wolf continued to silently tail her at a safe distance. He wondered why she seemed so downcast and yet determinedly pushed forward into the night. Her destination was becoming clearer as they traveled deeper into the forest, eventually leading him to believe that she might be headed toward another werewolf's lair. His curiosity piqued, he decided to follow her until he learned more about why she was here and where she was going.

The black wolf continued to follow her at a discreet distance, careful not to let her know she was being followed. He wondered why she would be leaving the safety of her tribe's territory so late at night and whether or not there might be danger ahead. His instincts urged him to investigate further, to ensure that this female werewolf did not stumble upon any unseen perils in the darkness.

His senses heightened, the black wolf followed her deeper into the forest, ready to spring into action if necessary. The full moon cast an eerie glow through the trees, lighting their way as they ventured further from his camp and closer to the unknown.

The black wolf's nostrils flared as the scent of humans grew stronger with every step she took away from her own kind. He remained cautious, weighing the risks of revealing himself to this female werewolf against his curiosity about her mission. His instincts urged him to protect her and ensure that she did not encounter harm as she moved closer to human lands.

His tail twitched slightly behind him, signaling his unease but also readiness for action if needed. As they continued deeper into the forest, he kept his distance but remained vigilant, prepared to intervene if danger presented itself or if he felt that the time was right to approach her.

The black wolf watched as she continued deeper into the forest, seemingly intent on her destination despite the long journey ahead. He marveled at her determination and wondered what could be so important that would drive her to leave the safety of her own kind for human lands.

His gaze lingered on her back for a moment before returning to their surroundings, ensuring that they remained safe from any potential threats as they ventured further into the darkness. The moonlight glistened off the leaves and branches around them, casting an ethereal glow over the forest floor, guiding their stealthy passage through the shadows.

The black wolf's ears perked up as he heard a sound that pierced the silence of the night. He whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing as he saw her stop at the edge of the forest and remove what appeared to be a bracelet from one of the trees. The way she looked at it, almost lovingly, was strange; but stranger still was when she tore it apart and burned all the fibers until nothing remained but ash.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to creep closer, making sure to remain hidden in the shadows as he cautiously approached her. His claws scraped softly against the forest floor as he stalked through the undergrowth, silently closing the distance between them.

The black wolf's eyes glinted in the moonlight as he watched her scatter the ash and continue on, leaving the safety of their territory behind her. The sight of all those bracelets hanging from the trees - some new, some old, and others so worn that they had grown into the bark over time - made him curious about the significance they held for his kind. His interest was further piqued by the fact that she seemed to have just destroyed one, and yet hadn't shown any sign of distress or hesitation in doing so.

Silently, he followed her deeper into the forest, weighing his options as he considered how best to approach her without spooking her off. Should he reveal himself now and demand answers? Or should he wait until they were further away from their territory, in case there was trouble brewing back at camp? The decision would determine not only their immediate fates but also the course of

Her erratic behavior puzzled him further. The instincts he had honed over countless battles and hunts urged him to act swiftly, to assert dominance before it was too late. Yet something held him back, a strange fascination with this female werewolf that made him hesitate. Perhaps there was more to her story than met the eye? He decided to continue following silently for now, waiting for an opportunity to make his presence known without spooking her further away.

The black wolf considered his options carefully as he followed her deeper into the forest. Her actions seemed to defy all logic; destroying a bracelet that signified both identity and pack loyalty was an unthinkable act for any werewolf, no matter their age or strength. It left him with more questions than answers, and yet somehow, he found himself drawn to her despite the potential danger she posed to his plans for Rina. He had always been good at reading people - or animals, rather - but this female werewolf was proving to be an enigma, one that he couldn't help but want to unravel.

The black wolf watched her carefully as she continued onward, his brow furrowing with confusion and intrigue. Should he reveal himself now? He knew that if she were to sense his presence and attack first, it could spell disaster for him. On the other hand, keeping silent much longer risked losing track of her entirely or missing a chance to learn more about why she had defied her pack in such a drastic manner.

After careful consideration, he decided on caution; he would let her get a little further ahead before making his move. He crouched low among the underbrush, camouflaging himself against the darkness as he waited for an opportunity to approach without startling her into flight or attack. His heart raced in anticipation of their confrontation, but he forced himself to remain calm and patient until the right moment presented itself.