nowke smelled a stench that did not belong to him, nor the reeking bear hide slung across his back smelling still of @Skorpa and his pungent odor.
the fur along his spine rises on instinct, a silent bristle of young male arrogance and inherited defensiveness. he lowers his head between thickening, growing shoulders and steps ghost-soft through the snow until he can peer over the ridge.
there: a black brute crouched low in the steam-warm hollow, stalking a stag. the male is huge. ragged. moving with a practiced diligence. but very obviously hungry.
nowkē’s lip lifts just a fraction. he holds still after that, poised, coiled, deciding whether this hunt is worth helping in… or worth stealing.
the stag blows steam into the frozen air, unaware of the two predators tracking it now.
the fur along his spine rises on instinct, a silent bristle of young male arrogance and inherited defensiveness. he lowers his head between thickening, growing shoulders and steps ghost-soft through the snow until he can peer over the ridge.
there: a black brute crouched low in the steam-warm hollow, stalking a stag. the male is huge. ragged. moving with a practiced diligence. but very obviously hungry.
nowkē’s lip lifts just a fraction. he holds still after that, poised, coiled, deciding whether this hunt is worth helping in… or worth stealing.
the stag blows steam into the frozen air, unaware of the two predators tracking it now.
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