Big Salmon Lake outlaw

i’ve had my fair share of fear, he speaks with a honeyed cadence as he draws forth, one paw falling after another. eyes wash over the pale mutt and they draw with scorn, judgmental and beady orbs of malice. he studies marius much as marius studies him: a creature measuring another for vulnerabilities, for worth.

maybe i’ve just learned to hide it well, he breathes out, across the smaller male's face, while gold eyes poke at the handsome features he wears.

his dark coat ruffles slightly in the wind, and he keeps his focus on marius, examining what he can see: the careful way he carries himself, the confidence in his voice. have you ever been afraid? he asks.