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Listlessly scanning the miry tarns, one ear rotated to heed oncoming paw steps. The paces were leisurely. Not rushed like some lunatic looking to do him harm. Nonetheless, he turned to inspect just who lingered nearby. At first, he thought it was Nanuk but the wolf was perceptibly smaller than the polar bear. Namely in width. Not so much in height. He had one of those ectomorph builds. Tatsuya thought him too reed like for his tastes, yet trusted he knew his way to the caches by now. His toes...were black. Like he decided ermine fur was too common so he stuck his digits in some tar to add some pizzazz. Oddly enough, his eyes were the same color; all black and glassy like polished obsidian.
INDENTThe Gamma was unnerved by Wicked's abyssal eyes; how endless they seemed, broken only by shards of harsh light. This feature alone garnered mistrust though it was completely unfounded. Perhaps in the weeks to follow, he would cozy up to this rummy fellow. Or maybe Wicked would trip up and all his dark secrets would come spilling out.
INDENT“Fresh blood,” spoke the bistre Gamma in an appraising tone. That was always good, right? Sizing him up once more, he pursed his lips skeptically, leaning his head to the sides as if to say, where's the rest of ya? “Hardly any meat though.” Was he joking? With that straight face? That was purely up to his company.