truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
There is no telling how long she has been without food or how far she traveled. From here he can scent many things upon her; pine, water, dirt, and various other vegetation that could be found practically anywhere. All he could determine was she was not from one of the packs of Molodian. At least she did not live in one anyways. What he does not know is that she is from here, a recently returned implant but also the bearer of bad news. In Enderly's life the only one to cause him the most disappointment is Naamah and the children he had birthed. Sanguine had redeemed children in his eyes at her sudden change of demeanor. She had become a fixed point in his life, one that he did not ever foresee leaving except at the arrival of some male to steal her away. The very thought was enough to make him snarl at times, baring fangs at silent enemies. As unassuming as he might be at times when it came to that very idea he would be quite furious. A marvel to watch. When the time came.
Many had been taken in by his disarming smile or the sleek way he talks. Enderly fancies himself a clever male. Guardian had it right when he mentioned before that the quiet ones were the most dangerous. He was a smooth talker when need be but also a listener at all the right moments. Sanguine's presence in his life had tempered his bad behavior a bit but she was growing older and the more she wandered away from him to explore the more he became edgier with the need to unravel some more strings in this life. To watch the bridges burn and collapse and the apocalypse of knowledge descend on the unsuspecting. He was not evil. He did not kill, he did not maim, he merely let words to the dirty work. Truth, after all, had a way of creating chaos. Add in a tiny lie and it became an explosion.
Enderly flashes a grin back at her, noting the way that grin, forced though it might be, lit up her face.
"I believe you are correct," he answers calmly. His grins fades for a moment when she leaps upon the fish with gusto. Only the truly starved would do such and he had figured she would, so he watches with fascination as she tears into it with a feral sort of manner. His own belly grumbles in return, chiding him for sentiments, yet he licks his lips in anticipation when he head is turned. Not for the food, but to figure her out.
Cvijet stops before she consumes the entire fish. Admittedly there is very little left after her feasting but he doesn't point this out as she pushes it back to him, licking away the slime of the fish, and his claws hook into the fish as he pulls it closer to him.
"You are quite welcome, my dear," he begins before she continues. Yet she doesn't wait for an answer and his head jerks up as she does, bounding away with a sudden energy burning through her body. A hint of disappointment clouds his mind, making his lips twist into a hard frown, and annoyance that she had left. She didn't go far which assuages such feelings, certain she will come back to visit with him, and he takes to cleaning out the rest of the fish with expert bites.
Back and forth she comes to deposit creatures before him. Each time his silver eyes slide up to her bright green ones before she darts away. How exactly had she starved, he thinks, except that she did not take care of herself. Too busy on some noble quest, he presumes. Nothing is more important than oneself. Suddenly she is back and tearing into one of her critters with gusto, pausing long enough to offer him some. His stomach cheers at this and he crawls closer to her, making sure that one of his black paws touches her own silvery one before he snatches the rat from her pile and begins to crunch it's body and tear into it's flesh.
Cvijet. The name is strange on the tongue and he sets what is left of the rat aside to study her.
"There is nothing to forgive. It would be torture for me to keep you from such a meal, I think. I am Enderly, a no one from nowhere," he replies.
"What has you in such a hurry that a healer cannot tend to herself properly? You are much to lovely to let yourself waste away, Cvijet."