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the stranger paused in her trek to turn and face him with sharp eyes. had she happened upon any other brute in the wilderness, her feral appearance might have caused them to turn their tail and flee. instead, she had been met with the razorback of a savage, and his intentions were only his own. if the wildcat turned wolf could have survived the brutal companionship of his siblings, a dark stranger would do him no harm. after a few long moments of her gaze roaming his jagged figure, she returned the calling with a relaxed sway at the very end of her tail. tusk followed the movement with a flick of his dull yellow sights before allowing them to rest once more on the dark features of her face. in a way, she reminded him of thorn, though she lacked the burly ox-frame of his build.

the savage was not keen on wondering what strangers did with their time. without asking for permission or waiting to see if she would approach him, tusk moved toward her with a lean-limbed prowl that rolled the muscles beneath the fur on his shoulders. he kept his skull low to the earth to protect the tender underside of his throat from an unwanted attack. only when he had closed a good deal of distance between them did he pause in his saunter – lightless yellow optics flickered to her dark features with a hollow expression.