As I stood over the dead capybara's body, my sides heaving from the effort, I knew I had time to catch my breath. There was no need to immediately gorge myself on my kill - wolves were the only predators on land in Glorall, and the beach was deep in the heart of the pack lands so I was not concerned about interlopers trying to steal from me. I heaved a heavy sigh as the other capybara continued to swim south. It would probably be the last I saw of them for quite some time. Today had been the first time I'd been lucky enough to find them within the territory. With the tornadoes and storms coming in off the sea the prey hadn't been present much of late. But today everything had come together - clear skies and a large kill laying at my feet.

Lowering my head, I moved to begin partitioning the kill into pieces - my intent was to give the largest portion to Eden for him and the female closest to him this year, a smaller bit for myself, and then see if there were mothers requiring sustenance this spring before offering the remainders to the rest of the pack. But before I could get to work, there was a subtle tug at my heart strings that had nothing to do with the now waning adrenaline from the hunt. My ears flicked back just before his voice carried across the beach to me, and my head snapped up and around to look over my shoulder at him. Haziel.

Despite all the frustrations and confusion of our bond and also his relationship with his sister, I couldn't help the way my stomach back flipped at the sight of him. It was beyond my control. And even though I'd had years to adjust to his lack of sight, it was still instinct to try to make myself more presentable in his presence. Not that there was much to be done about the blood that soaked my fur - only a dip in the sea would clean that away. Still, I shook my head slightly to fix the way the damp fur stood along my neck before turning to face him. "Haziel; yes, well, age will not get the better of me," I said with a small smile, proud of my work and pleased at his compliment. Just because we were getting a little older didn't mean we couldn't still excel at whatever we did.

His question actually made me stop, taking account of my extremities. Adrenaline could mask many things, but as I took stock of my own body parts I knew I was fine - as usual. "A few bruises, I'm sure, but none the worse for wear." The initial pleasure at his presence was beginning to wear off, and I couldn't help but look up and around to see if his sister was trailing along behind him. I was glad to find he was alone, though, or at least appeared to be. What if she was nearby just watching us. Though I really didn't have any room to judge - I'd watched the two of them from a distance before, after all. It wasn't really spying, just...observing.

"Are you hungry? There should be more than enough here if you want to take some," for her, I thought inwardly. Frustrated with myself that I let her have this kind of power over me, I tried to push thoughts of her aside once more, doing my best to focus solely on the fact that he was here with me right now. That had to count for something, right?