Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

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The huntress and the hunter, share the same oxygen beside one another after a fine, fine kill. This dark seductress interests him to no extent. One minute not there, the next she had appeared out of no where. Or perhaps she was here before he and his bloodthirsty pack stepped food in these plentiful lands. Either way, she’s definitely a diamond, one to potentially be cherished — he likes her. Everything about her really. Her stunning, somber looks with those crystal like eyes that seem to be lingering on his form a bit too long. Her skill at hunting is only a pleasant perk to add onto everything else. They had taken down this rather strong, healthy doe all on their own — just the two of them; that is impressive.

Still as he steps over the body and they play a quick game of tug-o-war he thoroughly enjoyed the greatly growl that is released from her. It only causes him to smirk as he feels the neck snap beneath the strong grasp of his jaws. They calm and he realizes they’re closer than he thought they were as she pressed the crown of their heads together briefly. The touch isn’t unwanted. What kind of man would Donovan be if he didn’t enjoy the touch of a beautiful, mysterious woman? An odd one for sure. 

Though as he praises his hunting companion, she is tentatively eyeing him down like he is her next meal. With a shameless compliment his way as well. He quirks a single cream brow, but definitely not in a bad way. More in a horribly curious and most definitely interested way. He can’t help but toot his own horn at her compliment and seductive eye, a low hum of acknowledgment comes from his throat as he flicks a golden gaze back to her. 

His mouth is full of food at this point and he’s watching her trot past him to rip open the belly of this animal. Sticking her head into the gory innards to pull out a fine piece of meat, the liver.

At this point he only briefly takes eyes off of her to rip off another chunk and begin chewing. Until a huff meets his auds, a breathy exhale and he is quickly meeting her gaze. The most curious sight meeting his golden orbs, the slight downwards tilt of her upper half and the tell tale, sideways move of a tail.

He is a man who pays attention to details and there is no way this one would slip by. His sultry smirk is almost instantaneous and he raises his circular brows almost comically, even though he is clearly very interested. The alpha of the Saints gives a low purr of satisfaction and is quick to swallow his remaining food to languidly pad his way around the body. He does love to tease though, so he only hovers near her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her midnight pelt. 

“Oh.” He hums pleasantly. “Is that what you want, darling?” He hums shamelessly, his previously bright gaze becoming dark with lust. This time the pet name is unmistakable.