Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

Now things were getting hard. Difficult. The longer he stayed, the more it plagued him and the harder of a time he had acclimating. So, he lugged himself elsewhere, head turned and whipped to any being he'd seen and eyes unwilling to meet another's for this day other than a hard scowl. Off he went.

Months of lonesome. He'd not seen the sicky elder since the weeks that his eyes were first tormented with the sight of snow. When the wilds called him out, he unwilling to spend longer in a cage commanded by an owner he did not need. Not when he didn't need anyone. He continued to tell himself this. There was no other option for him to choose from, he knew.

This time around, his scowl was gone, and nothing remained but a ponderous squint as he stayed seated, eyes on the ground. If he stayed, if he'd chosen a different path, then where might he be in a world where he was not hungry as he'd been, running on nothing but the kick of a need for survival all day, every day, endlessly?

He was cut short.

A huffy hum came out of his lips at steps all too loud. He was enjoying his time. At the very least, it couldn't be anyone too horrible; spare for...

Her.

There was undeniable silence. Furrowing his brows, he bounced his head as he gave a swift, "What?" in a level, questioning, confrontational tone. Who was SHE looking at?