Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

He watched her intently, aware of the discomfort that rippled across her in the same way he would sense the fear of his prey moments before the chase. It was perhaps one of the better skills he had, to simply intimidate by existence alone, and very rarely did not bolster his pride and prowess.

Knowing that she was no threat to his meager kill, he dropped it from his jaws. His tongue snaked out to lick at the blood that cling yet to his maw; the notion of hunger stilled and yet stirred momentarily. Fleeting, much like the gravity-bound prey had been.

“Why,” he asked of her, though it hardly sounded like a question. Why go to find the friend who left? Instinct alone suggested perhaps that friend went missing, but then why go alone? He did not like the way that the story added up, and the piercing glow of his gaze did more than only suggest his distrust. Would this blind his brother? He did not think Stjornuati to be swayed by pretty vixens and their wayward scars and tales.