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n e v e r w a s a n d n e v e r w i l l be It wasn't the scent of blood that brought him, for there was no blood. That was obvious enough in the corpse of the creature at the females paws, no sign of a struggle or anything close to bleeding out or even choking. It was a clean move, one made with graceful agility and one most appreciated by the bright gaze concealed within the shadows. It was his element, his game to play in the sidelines until just the right moment. Simply because timing was everything, and if one simply went about as they pleased without a thought. Well. Those consequences were for them and them alone to enjoy. He had been watching her for some time now, as she had stalked and taken down her prey with an almost detached ease. It was almost as if there was no light, no.. spark to that gaze and Artimus wondered at it. He also wondered at the fact that her scent was one he almost knew- or at least partly knew. It was that of the young dark grey girl he had found shortly after arriving to this place. He had never gotten her name, but it was hardly relevant. He would find her, sooner or later. But, for the time being- here was a wolf that could quite possibly be her sister, or perhaps even mother. The latter was pushing it, but it could quite possibly be so. She didn't look too much younger than himself, only more stiff. More wound. And there really was only one remedy for that. She was well into her meal when he made the effort to reveal himself. His movements were fluid but lazy; easy and almost arrogant. And his eyes are focused on her, watching her with her crimson stained jaw and the pleasant grooming that came along with a fresh kill. He wondered if he could get her to allow him to touch her in such a way. With the thought heavy on mind, he's given to pause about six feet from her, watching her in momentarily silence with a bright and feigned curiosity in his gaze. It was far too easy with a face like his own. 'How did you manage it so clean? He never even saw you coming.' The golden wolf was well aware that his words, if taken as they should be, would give away the fact that he had been watching her for longer than another might have let on. But let her see if she caught on- let her see if she shared the mind of one so close and yet so far away. ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |