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a sharp warning was given to her-- a hushed warning growl from stigmata was enough to slightly calm the fae. if stigmata wasn't worried & didn't see this man as a threat, she could trust him. her position relaxed, listening as the basilisk posed the demand to the stranger. not even a request, an option the stranger could have, no. it made enough sense: this dark man seemed so intent on hunting down the herd anyway. sharp looks were shot all around-- the tension in the air didn't seem to be thinning out any time soon. hunger really does have the tendency to warp others.

the irritated wolf speaks few words before taking off into the opposite direction. such impatience. her body uncoiled, snarl dissipating as finch takes a deep breath in. she looks to the side to see the white wolfess veer off after the man. finch, too, erupted into a sprint after them. her stride long as she leaves behind her trail in pawprints. before long of running, she notices the two wolves, day and night, herding one of the weaker animals away from its family. nostrils flared as the sylph rushes the doe from the side-- keeping to the left of it, blocking off the rest of the herd from the beast's bloodthirst. she coaxes the deer further towards the two, giving crocodilian snaps of her teeth in the air near it.