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He felt his body throbbing, his heart still beating long after the hunt was over. It was an annoying sensation, to be aroused without satisfaction, especially after he had gotten his hopes up. The hunger gnawed at him, both viscerally and mentally, an urge unfulfilled. He growled in irritation. He had faced such an emotion before, but with his encroaching age the sensation only grew more and more frequent. 

He had been focused on the sheer audacity of that revelation when the man hailed him. Athan's head wanted to jerk towards him, but he forced himself to slowly move his head. He licked his lips one last time as he stared the man down. Could he? He stood up straight, trying to look less feral. I'd like to hunt you, if you wouldn't mind? He said, the words coming out matter-of-factly, as if it wasn't an odd thing to have another wolf hunt you down. He stared at the man burning desire in his eyes as he waited for the man's response.