Cedar Sweep Black swan

That's fair. I suppose it's no different from memorizing prey scents, trail markings, identifying weaknesses... His voice trailed off, lost in thought as he considered the similarities. But he wasn't her. No, that much was clear.

Odd. She was very odd.

His gaze flickered over her face, studying her features in silence. Those damn red eyes. A shiver crawled up his spine, one he forced himself to suppress, he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. The last thing he needed was to hand her more ammunition.

We all have our strengths, he mused, his tone shifting. You can't help being a little silver wisp, after all. The warmth in his voice turned sharp, teasing. Catching them is the real challenge. These creatures can be clever. You never quite know how far they'll go to survive. He paused, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. I have to give them credit for that.