you see a lot, doctor.

posting bc of a disappearance.

To his surprise, to his anger, Clarice was unappreciative of own rage; she fluttered like a great pale moth around his form, attempting to distract him. In a fervor of irritation, he whirled, thrusting a shoulder in her direction as she reared; if his blow connected, perhaps the other would overbalance and fall. He turned back to the male, but it seemed his adversary had chosen the moment's respite to flee, and Lecter snarled.

Lashing out with hard forepaws, the shaman pushed his body into yet another sprint, attempting to outdistance his foolhardy girl and catch his prey, grind him into the ground.

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