Frostfire Ridge 너 없는 시간 속에 갇혀버린 나

i'm sleepy & this post is poop. also i wasn't sure if ravus should know sizzle or not so i kept it vague as possible, lol.

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Imposing on a hunt in progress was not something that Ravus condoned, as he knew that if someone were to interrupt him “on duty” that they would have been met with a snarl pushed from betwixt bared teeth and a curled upper lip. The commander of the hunt did not like distractions, and yet he felt the bitter sting of irony against his pride as he neared the pair: one pale next to his smaller, sylph-like, midnight colored companion. The call of the hunt was too strong for him to ignore, even though it meant going against his own (and rather strict) rules. He had heard the placid bleats of the mountain goats and had altered his course towards where they grazed, tempted by the promise of succulent flesh more fulfilling than the thin scraps of rabbit and other small woodland creatures could offer. They were never truly satisfactory. They took the edge off but it was not enough.

Three wolves stood a better chance at a successful hunt than two and surely the mountain goats were big enough that they could split it three ways and continue on their ways with bellies full and satisfied. He did not mask his approach from the pair, though he did make an effort not to draw the attention of the ungulates. The last thing he wanted was to spook them. Flame orange gaze followed theirs assuming that their intended targets was the two young. From a quick scan of the gathering it was easy for Ravus to deduce that the young goats were the easiest targets. He did not ask permission to join their hunt, instead relying upon his tensed position nearby, focused towards the young goats, intending to silently communicate that he would join them in their hunt so long as he was welcome to a fair share of the prize (namely the meat, he didn't care about anything else).

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