Shy Deer Steppes sotuknang

Still, she half circled him and watched him with an intent expression. He held his own sights firmly to the movement of her body. Ithrik was analyzing her; he was picking apart each piece of her that he believed would be delectable. It did not take long for the female to slow her pace. This amused him. Just in this moment, the wind shifted and the devil's ears perked at the top of his skull to catch the ominous howling as it stretched across the steppes. Her confidence seemed to wane, but he was slowly growing his own. The hound did not want to lose his trophy – the tail – but he was interested to know if he could broaden his victim range. He did need to eat.

Flicking his tail upward, Ithrik placed his tail gently on top of the snow to his right. He stared at his lovingly for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the alabaster woman who had all but stopped her closing in on him. In a sudden move, Ithrik's legs began to carry him toward the stranger. His pace was evenly set and not quick enough to cause immediate alarm. The devil only wanted to close the space that had stretched between them. If she should run, he would be quick to chase her down. As he drew closer, he began to drink in her aroma. His molten gaze was trained to her features.