blindsided

Had the ashen brute not been so startled by the sudden flurry of crows that had taken flight from the trees, he would have probably scented the female before she had managed to get as close as she did. When he had overcome the beating of his own heart, Kierkegaard drew in a heavy breath and his brows immediately knit in a furrowed expression. Frowning, he turned his head to the side and peered into the foggy landscape that surrounded him. Nothing could be seen or heard, and he wondered if he was facing ghosts or if his mind was simply playing tricks on him. With a cold look on his face, the ashen Sairensu male tossed his head to one side and then the other before lowering his neck and keeping his head close to the earth. It was a mode of defense… it would keep him safe if there was – in fact – something in the shrouded woodland. A low rumbling growl escaped his throat, standing as a threat to anyone in the area. Just then, an unfamiliar scent wafted across his dark nose and he found himself drowning in the fog once more.