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vesper's panic only heightened as they became aware of caracal's presence in the chaos of their pitious attempt to hide. fiery eyes wide as they peered through the thin, springtime brush, vesper swallowed and worked to control their breath as heart thundered behind ribcage. then suddenly caracal was by the darkling's side, attempting to comfort with a gentle touch of his nose.

they winced at that, scrambling to their feet and backing away from the two males. fuck, vesper said again, louder this time. they dared not take their eyes off the sturdy white male. had he followed them here? had they unintentionally brought danger to caracal's doorstep?

i— i'm sorry, i— they stammered, quick pleading glances toward their cousin. vesper blackfeather should have known better. tragedies followed them like flies on turds. they would leave as soon as the tide ebbed once more in the morning and accept their fate, if it meant protecting their cousin's way of life.

blood mixed with the drool slipping from the corners of their mouth stretched and then dropped to stain the earth, as vesper steeled themself for a fight. the gift of prey lay forgotten near caracal's toes, and vesper glanced at him once more, voice low enough that they hoped only he could make out the words, a lover, not a fighter, right?