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Company was not something that Sinaaq reveled in on most days, and while this day might not have been any different simply because he was Sinaaq and he liked to keep the world and it's inhabitants out and far away from him, the knowledge that he and the newly christened Elenden were not alone — though this did not come as a huge surprise to the darkling who had anticipated it well enough for the bird was making no attempts at being subtle or quiet — made him weary. The raven would be an easy target now, unable to escape to the air and while Sinaaq felt something of a kinship and had resolved to keep the wretched bird for himself did not mean that he was willing to fight for it. Likely, if the canine approaching wanted the thing as it's meal then Sinaaq would more than likely side step and allow it. It wasn't as if he couldn't find some other poor, unfortunate soul to manipulate.


Eyes of molten golden studied female as she approached, her footfalls having given her away before she had even had the chance to speak her greeting. Subtly, the Arrluk scented at the air, noting, fascinatingly enough that she smelled like the Spine. Likely, this was one of the pack mates that he couldn't be bothered to interact with. A small smirk of irony tugged at his lips for a second as he considered if this was participating enough for Cara's liking, and then reminded himself with a soft scowl that he didn't care if Cara liked what he was doing or not.

Sinaaq's pack mate approached him and Elenden then, her attention appeared to be focused on the wretched bird that, in turn, turned it's attention from Sinaaq to her. “I assume he was attacked, or lost a fight with another male,” Likely over a female and ended up losing horrendously, glad to escape with his wretched life. This story made Sinaaq even more gleeful (the sadist anyway), because it was something that he could relate to easily enough. Losing something more than important. Unfortunately, his own tale of how the raven had gotten this way only made Sinaaq's initial kinship with the ugly and injured thing strengthen. A soft snort left Sinaaq's lips as he studied her with an appreciative eye for a moment as she presumably studied the bird. 

“It needs medical attention that I cannot provide it.” He concluded then, diverting his gaze back to the bird.