Did she not know that the boy never was more than twenty feet from her when he was within the packlands? She was his obsession, his addiction and he does not even know why. He rationalizes that it is because she had what he did not but as of late neither did she. She, now, was of a broken den. He should have lost interest but that was not the case. Now when he stalked her, from afar mind you for he did learn something from their last encounter, he studied her facial features. Searched her body for signs of tenseness, that she was not boding well, that she was not coping. Yet she never faltered, never gave pause and it intrigued him to no end. In the end she just fascinated him.

It did occur to him if she even knew that he still trailed her? Did she ever catch his scent by her den in the early mornings where he had sat and watch the opening, wondering if she was kept awake by nightmares, by dreams of what could have been? He had nightmares. He dreamt of a wolf that fed him, loved him, and guided him. He dreamt of a mother and it haunted him. He did not know how to let go, to express the emotions that plagued him. Someone needed to tell him that it was okay to let his guards down, to feel what he bottles up, but no one dared contest him when he was a fiery ball of snapping teeth. It was these thoughts that occupied his mind to the point of recklessness, totally and completely missing any hint that another now stalked him. Oh the irony that his prey now became the predator and had he been in a kinder mood he would have applauded her cleverness. Well maybe until he found out that she had witnessed his earlier mishap, one that he would vehemently proclaim was on purpose.

Her sudden appearance did shock him to the point that a startled yelp came unbidden to his lips as he whirls around to face her. Eyes widening with surprise and a joy that she was here as she righted her position, prompting him to wipe the look from his face immediately. In its stead was a look of boredom and slight annoyance. Oh he was not annoyed at her persay just at his girly outburst when she startled him. It was something that he was not used to and had he been human she would have marveled at the crimson that flooded his face and neck. She speaks, her lyrics as graceful as she will be one day and he turns away for a moment before meeting her gaze head on. ”Well I would say yes if your big head wasn’t blocking it. Or if your very presence didn’t chase it away.” Okay so he was being testy, hoping to drive her away so he could wallow in the depression that loomed over him like a storm cloud. When she was near he was forced to think, to put up shields, to actually name what it was that nipped at his mind’s metaphorical heels. ”Why you had nothing better to do than tail me?” Invisible brows lift in mock disbelief as a ghost of a smile tease at his lips.