Salted [m]

wow this is going to fuck up my timeline i just realized LOL who cares

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Had it been any creature save for Jinx, Lecter would not have cared that she held him at arms' length, refused his presence. Something had befallen her during Fox's ill-timed charge against the skulking mountain lion, and he feared for the children, despite the fact that their little lives had already been promised to the Dark One. The movements of his heart spoke of her fondly, and he gazed into the darkness, longing thrumming unbidden within him.

Icewater eyes flashed with a sudden determination; he would follow her, he would draw her from the clutch of whatever pit she had fallen into. Lecter did not completely believe in his ability to bring her happiness, but he would not be able to live with himself if he did not try.

Grasping the thin tendril of her beloved scent, the pale shaman padded through the lengthening shadows toward the borders. It was unseasonably warm, and he paused to bask but momentarily before the sharp scent of brine struck his nostrils.

It was uncommon for the seascent to find its way inland, and his ears swept forward out of curiosity. Soft, lustful sounds trickled into the night air, and Lecter halted, unsure of moving forth. Dread began to drum in the pit of his stomach, but his innate stubbornness forced him onward.

And there he saw the delicacy of her lithe form, snow-bright but for the set of her jet paws, curved sensually beneath the nightfall of a man's dark body, a man he did not recognize, and did not care to; all the shaman could think was that it was not himself embracing Jinx so intimately, and the expression upon her hauntingly beautiful face told him that it was desired, even demanded. Her hungers were not easily denied.

Rage unfurled hotly within him, but the weatherwitch did not move. Lecter remained rooted where he stood, eyes tracing the familiar clasp of the two. It occurred belatedly to him that he could rush the wolves once their coupling had ended — the pair had not yet begun to move with the carnal rhythm — and maim Jinx's nightfurred paramour, but the thought faded as soon as it had come.

He would not attack and be shamed further than the slyph's actions had done to him; the man tore his glacial eyes away from the two and turned to leave, the last vestige of something he had not recognized until this point fading into ash within him.