truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
In the time since her return Enderly had been her stalker. Ever on her heels, the black vagabond had fallen in her steps. That is not to say that he did not often lead, enticing her to follow with his sly smile and well placed words, yet he did not let Eris leave his sight for long. It seemed his daughter had wandered far, much farther than he had liked, and he had not seen her in many moons. A few times a day he would go scouting with his nose pressing to the ground, to the fallen leaves, to the rough hewn trunks of trees in search of her scent and each time he would come back empty with a scowl on his handsome face and a black mood to match his fur. It had been his intention to conflate the movements of Eris and him into a search with Sanguine with subtle hints yet as fall drew ever faster towards a close he was not certain that she could be found.
It was quite possible the girl had went in search of Naamah, though the idea chaffed at him. Or maybe she got caught up with some other wolves elsewhere and was on some grand adventure. Yet the idea of her finding another and leaving him left a sour taste in his mouth. Still, at least Eris was here, and he found her wit and cleverness enticing. Her presence was a constant challenge to him and as the tendrils of winter tried to take effect his hormones began to scream.
Even now he hunts through the forest, his lissome body darting forward so that he falls upon the fattened body of a groundhog. It squeals in protest as his fangs snap around it's neck and with one quick jerk the spine snaps. Then with a vicious throw he tosses the dead creature upon the ground and sweeps his lean legs forward to catch the young groundhog that had darted away from it's now deceased mother. He make quick work of it as well before gathering them both in his mouth - with some difficulty - and trotted back towards where he had known Eris to be.
He drops the dead creatures on the ground while his silver eyes search out the female who had become his companion, of sorts. It was true, he desired her. She knew it and he was certain she felt the same towards him; they were drawn to each other. Like to like. It wa s not for any wolf he would waste his own energy to bring food for. Enderly was a selfish creature but so was Eris and yet they tended to orbit one another.
"Hungry, my dear?" He speaks in that suave, tantalizing voice with a wicked smile tucked into the edges of his maw.
"Must keep that lovely figure of yours."