And it would also just be a matter of time before Ciervo noticed that the dying rays of the sun were not the only thing that weighted upon his back as he trekked through the mountain. Hidden by the snow, a pale juvenile peered down at him, her gaze resting on his back as if he were not only a stranger but also a rival in the competitive game that was life.
Though the Ostrega still conserved a high percentage of the bulk he had built up before setting off on his solo voyage, he could not deny that the harsh cold and loneliness had taken a toll on his figure, making the outlines of his ribs begin to stick out underneath his russet coating.
Like Saena, the man had also been following the vague scents scattered around the edges of the mountain, hoping to find himself a larger dinner instead. Even if he was aware he was not in tip top shape at the moment, Ciervo also knew that if played right his speed could make up for the lack of endurance he had at the moment. If he just managed to find an already injured critter, then he'd already have half the job done.
With his mind still unaware of the teenager's presence, Ciervo pushed through the snow, his nose also hovering over the cold dust as he unknowingly guided the smaller female down his own path.
It would now be a matter of wits what determined who'd get the last laugh.
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