Redhawk Caldera Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

When they noticed him - rather, appeared to notice and redirect their trajectory - he wasn't sure if running was an option. They lived for the hunt; a part of him knew that it would only satisfy them if he chose to try and flee, and he would not be hunted. For Maegi's sake, he would face this threat boldly but not blindly.

They drew close. Close enough, he deduced, and he felt his haunches quiver. To presume he faced them bravely would be wrong. He was bold, and fear festered within him, but even if the shadows chose to strike him down now he would not give them the satisfaction of his growing terror. They could not hunt him anymore.

Finally, he spoke - his voice rasping as he called, Who ah you? He knew; yet he allowed himself to feel dwarfed, his tail a curling sickle at his belly. The boy was ruined enough and had died enough times by now, surely they could be satisfied with that? He would play the part of a lost boy with no memories again - perhaps feigning ignorance could save him this one last time.