Porcupine Ridge leshen

stigmata loved nothing more than the feel of his own churning muscles, paired by the reflective heat of a companion at his side. he craved this bond, and action itself, but he was a wolf that needed few, if any, words to remain engaged. he made no accommodations in his pace for the lithe beauty keeping stride, and she proved herself a worthy travelmate, if not at least capable of putting on a good show.

the ironwraith spared her not a single glance; lest he reveal his hand - the impulse to have her near, closer even than they were now - before he had earned her favor. he felt her like static along his rugged, bristled edges, urging their bodies to collide, and it took thoughts of his entire military career to refrain from simply adhering himself to her.

beneath a gentle curtain of snowfall, he heard her murmur a regret; a sad, sweet sound meant to guide him to her desires, and allow him ample room to fulfill them. "is that so?" he glanced across her face then, for the first time while. her almond-shaped eyes stuck out against her buttercream countenance, giving him pause, but only for a fraction of a moment. "then let it be that way no longer," he declared, turning forward once more to surge after the staggering trail.

as the pair of them - smoke and stained ivory - crested a low rise, they observed their intended target: a collapsed buck, well past his prime and then some, but not yet called to his grave. toothed reapers loomed over him now, and the once great ungulate, still incredibly sharp of mind, knew at once that they were there. the deer got his feet, but it was clear by the way his legs quaked and bent outwards, that some weight-bearing bone or another had broken some time ago and he had never fully recovered from it. he would never recover from it.

stigmata at last pressed his basilisk body into the lean seraph now, urging her into the direction he wanted her to cover - the rear - before he slunk forward to face the horned patriarch head on; distracting the deadly front so that his hunting companion might rend the deer's vulnerable mid- or hindquarters into a bloody spigot.