Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

*shakes fist at the dice* also, that is perfectly fine with me! <3

Their hunt had failed. Victory had been in their fucking grasp and it just slipped away like smoke through clenched fingers. It was hard to tell where they had been outwitted by their hapless prey and the gangster did not feel that it was the fault of any of them. For three complete strangers whom had never coordinated nor hunted with each other they had almost been crowned victors of the hunt; and as far as the gangster was concerned that was something. Although disappointment was a bitter pill for Arturo to swallow the Fearghal monarch reluctantly downed it with some struggle as his pace slowed and his sides heaved with heavy pants as he worked to cool himself down from the heat of the chase and catch his breath. Hunts were not predictable and this was an unfortunate ending to many of them. Even a coordinated pack well accustomed to hunting with one another lost.

He spared a glimpse at the lumbering male even as the woman kept going and surprise flitted across the gangster's expression for a moment as she returned to them. He had expected her, given her ultimatum before their unsuccessful hunt, to just keep going. Failures were just as important as the victories, the gangster had always believed. Without failing you could never learn from your mistakes, you would not feel the drive to push yourself to achieve that victory. “For strangers who had never hunted together before that could have gone a lot worse.” Arturo observed simply, his gaze resting upon the lone pair. In fact, he thought they hadn't done half bad all things considered. No one had suffered injuries — except perhaps to their pride. They had gotten close to victory but at the last minute had slipped up. The shades of grey was what Arturo was interested in and capitalized upon as opposed to bleakly staring at the stark black and white of the situation.