While the female rejoiced on her shitty findings, the Ostrega continued to scout the jagged edges of the mountain side, his nose more focused on finding a larger critter's scent, such as a hare or even a mountain goat. Due to the impending mating season, the chances of finding an injured or distracted indivudual increased greatly. What was it that drove animals to want to swoon others in the middle of the cold, harsh winds was a mystery to the male whose own worries strayed far from even wanting to meet possible runner-ups to become Mrs.Ostrega.
Even as the eldest son in his litter, Ciervo was still as unsophisticated and ruthless as he had been as a yearling.
Apparently, he was still as absent-minded too considering that his golden eyes never caught sight of the large copper ears that swivelled on top of her onlooker's head -- that until a wave of white dust tumbled from the upper skirts of the mountain, making the curious male raise his head promptly.
Like a large X in a pirate map, the small avalanche gave Saena's exact position as well as a hint of her possible intentions to the male below. With a gruff exhale and a sudden change of course, Ciervo began climbing up the slope that separated them from one another, his golden eyes filled with an ambigous light that did not allow the girl to differenciate if she was being looked like a threat or a treat. "It'll take more than just you to hunt down a guy like me" he chuffed once he had come into a decent distance, his lips now parting into a vague half-smile.
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