Firefly Glen Running in the same race, same pace

Any hunter worth their mettle knew to keep downwind of their target. It was a method wolves often employed. Abaddon had not thought to do the same in this instance, though. He had been hasty in his pursuit. Gregarious, almost. Silent with his steps due to being a naturally quiet creature, but doing very little to mask himself otherwise. Yes, he managed to watch the girl for a time—but it was short-lived, and when she caught upon his scent her entire demeanour changed. The sulking but invested posture lifted with her attention and there was an edge to her supple body, a tension, and Abaddon could not help the equally alert sensation that empowered him. A sense of control, even if he had been found out.

The girl's eyes darted fretfully across the glen. His own luminous gaze stared hard—twin rubies in the dark—until he could lock gazes with her. She looked startled but otherwise confident; this was not an easy mark, and he would not get what he wanted out of her with charm alone. Already she was resistant to him, whereas the perfect target would be pliable to his whims—or weak, easily overpowered. He knew what he needed but not how to get it in a precise manner, which would pose the next problem.

One obstacle which would be met and conquered, if he had his way.

What are you doing? The girl's tone was barbed. If she was afraid she did not show it in her voice. It was an impressive skill, but Abaddon doubted it was her own doing. Whatever fear he had elicited in her had flourished and died swiftly in that moment of discovery. This did not bother him; in fact he felt emboldened, and made way towards her with a lazy gait, an affect of ennui.

Studying your hunting style. He offered to her. There was a clarity to her expression that was almost beguiling to him, and for a moment he forgot he was speaking to a child. There was a focused quality to her, a frigidity. He wondered how best to proceed but fell silent, still watching—wondering what she would do in the face of his response. It was not a lie, not entirely.