Draygo was not one for curious observation. And yet, this female intrigued him. It was the scent that had lingered near the smattering of blood. If he had not been so persistent at following her trail, perhaps he would never have discovered her, even if it had been by complete accident. That was not something the young man would admit out loud to anyone. For all the world needed to know, he had tracked her on that alone, not a bit of sheer dumb luck, as the truth was, he had lost the trail. But this had to be the one he had noticed before! The wheels were turning and clicking. Yes, this was the one from before, he decided, even if it was incorrect. After all, there wasn't anyone else lurking, so it only made sense now that his lost trail and his new one were the same wolf.
But it didn't matter now no matter what he was telling himself. The rust colored brute was fascinated. His tail twitched slightly as his pale green eyes observed her. Each motion. Draygo took a moment, adjusting his trophy crown of a cougar skull atop his head, as much a crown as it was a mask, almost perfectly fitted. Though at times it did like to shift if he got a bit overzealous in his hunting. His quarry definitely seemed quite lost in thought. He blended well enough with the surroundings, not unlike a fox in his coloring. The fall was his best hunting season, but even in spring in the shade and the brush, he was not always so easily noticed.
Ah, she was moving again. His tail twitched. Gradually, he began to follow. Draygo frowned slightly as she increased her pace to a jog. So be it. He adjusted course slightly, bringing himself around to a point that it did not appear as though he had been following her. She might not have been seeking companionship today, but it had found her anyway, as he trotted alongside her. Sekhmet, now that he was up close, as a beast in her own right, and that too made her unique, for where he came from, very rarely did the females even come close to comparing in size to him.
And so it had begun.