he was stalwart at the side of his brother. his walk, however, was not one of the confident chieftain. it was the hatchet at his side, carefully crafted. dark fang moved with stalking strides, head lowered amongst squared shoulders.
he came to a pause when he did. eyes watching with devouring curiosity of what went on within the snow shelter. his woman appeared, looking to him with beautiful eyes. dark fang saw easily what sun eater saw in her. but felt nothing, only the heat of loyalty for his brother that would drive him to cut down anyone.
he resisted the urge to snap at her when she came too close. herbs in paw, looking to tend to his wounds.
he grunts. he does not like this woman.
dark fang watches carefully as this unfurls. he is not the smartest man. he is not made for these things. he is meant for fighting. he is meant for hunting the caribou they lived after. he cannot be the one to say if she lies or not.
he came to a pause when he did. eyes watching with devouring curiosity of what went on within the snow shelter. his woman appeared, looking to him with beautiful eyes. dark fang saw easily what sun eater saw in her. but felt nothing, only the heat of loyalty for his brother that would drive him to cut down anyone.
he resisted the urge to snap at her when she came too close. herbs in paw, looking to tend to his wounds.
now, she want to heal you.dark fang comments, passing eyes to meleys. where had his wife been before? if she could leave to go heal the darukaal woman, she could leave to heal her husband, no?
he grunts. he does not like this woman.
dark fang watches carefully as this unfurls. he is not the smartest man. he is not made for these things. he is meant for fighting. he is meant for hunting the caribou they lived after. he cannot be the one to say if she lies or not.
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