Softly and quietly, the large masculine awoke from the soft clump where he had had his meal. varo's paws stretched out, allowing his muscles to adjust. being so close the the trees, he backed up, still crouching, and getting masked behind the shadows.
Varo had been staying cautious for a while now, but since he got deeper into the forest, he rose and snuck to the border, he smiled as he smelled the unusual scent of the winged wolf, whiteraven.. he was still hidden, but his handsome voice rang charmingly. "hello, whiteraven.." he smiled softly and appeared from behind a bramble bush.