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The pair of molten optics locked on the drifting frame of a dark shadow. He followed at enough of a distance for a short while, keeping an eye on her movements and curiously waiting to see if she would plummet to her death. While it was a morbid waiting game, he did not know this wild young beast and so he cared very little about her safety. When it appeared that she might fall, the inky wolf managed to hold herself and then collapsed in shock. Kierkegaard was amused for a flashing moment. He did not slow his pace, though, and had closed a great deal of distance between them. The stranger did not seem to take notice of the looming specter. He released a quiet growl to announce his presence before crunching through the snow to stand near her.

Heavy breathing fell on his ears. The mercenary regarded her quietly for a moment before he found himself realizing that a lone young wolf might make an ideal gift for Caiaphas. ”You’d best watch your step,” the brute remarked in a deep-throated baritone. He hovered close enough so that if she should attempt an escape, he would have a good chance of latching on. Being so close to the edge, it would not have been wise of her to risk it.