Horizon Ridge there's something here that's broken

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The fawn between his jaws hinders his steps, forces him to slow his pace. He cannot travel as his usual brisk pace as he drags a corpse along. Declan does not look behind him to see if she follows or not. He does not need to. He hears her steps trotting after him. In truth, if she desired it she could run. She was not his captive. Besides he had no interest in wasting the energy it would take to stop her or chase after her. It does not occur to the feral Commander that she is, perhaps, afraid of him that her deep seeded fear is what kept her pliant. The truth was even if he would have recognized her fear he would not have cared. He only cares for Conan. When he reaches the place he begun his journey from hours prior he drops the fawn once more to the earth and does a slow, deliberate circle around the small clearing within the trees of the Ridge’s forest. He will go no further with the kill. It would attract too much attention from other predators and he had no desire to fend off bears for the scrap of fawn. He turns his amber gaze set aflame back to the woman as he reclines back upon his haunches unaware that his staring might unsettle her as he attempts to puzzle her out once more as if she might reveal something more no — in a different place then when they’d first met.

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