Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

Even with spring on their doorstep, there is still a chill in the air. It isn't enough to bite through his thinning winter coat, but as the wind slows against him and the stone wall, he's reminded of says past. The winter had taken a toll in the teekon, something he is mostly unaware of, but the chill of his north eastern home is enough of a distant memory that he clings to the thought of spring. With it, however, brings a scent he has not been expecting. His travels have mostly been unmotivated, existing from one place to the next that he did not, and still does not, notice the land around him and just how familiar it should be.

Surma bites his tongue, grinding his teeth together to keep from moving. His breathing becomes quick and erratic and his claws dig until the ground beneath him. He thinks, briefly, of the innocent girl he held beneath him and the anger it caused within him, that as his mind hints at another memory that recreates the same fire within him. The large wolf does not move. He keeps back in the shadows of the stone above him, dark eyes focusing on the moonlight in the distance. A silhouette disrupts the gentle hall from the sky and illuminates for a shadow on the ground. She does not see him, nor does she notice his scent. He keeps still to further steady himself a statue on the ground. Surma remains unsure of what he should do in the face of an ache in his chest, waiting until it is too late for her.