The Heartwood A Lover's Blight

Athan's eyes settled on the form of a wolf in the brush before it peeked out. His eyes narrowed, silently beckoning it to step forward into view. He found himself annoyed that barely pieces of its head had been revealed to him, the hunter clearly desiring a better view of the woman hidden, watching him. Athan moved closer to the creature, his wariness preventing him from entering the brush with the woman. Hello, He murmured, settled a few lengths away from her, but closer than before. How long have you been watching me?