He had not spoken to Jace much after the meeting he had forced them to have, still a little surprised that it had gone as well as it had. Sumayl had expected much worse from Vienna's brother, especially since neither man had gotten along well any of the previous times they had attempted to have a conversation with one another, and Sumayl had been more or less telling him that he desired to be Vienna's mate and though he wished for Jace's acceptance of their relationship that he wasn't going to beg. Jace had accepted it (if not with a bit of begrudging) and for that Sumayl was grateful. Knowing that Vienna wanted Jace to be apart of their future — it was not something that she had to tell him, Sumayl was hardly ignorant and picked up on things rather quickly — it certianty made things a hell of a lot easier on Sumayl. Sumayl might not have agreed with the idea of Jace being a leader (he still didn't) if only because there were qualities about Jace that Sumayl did not like to see in leadership he respected the male enough to try to be a bigger man (though mostly because he also had no choice or say in the matter).
Sumayl had been keeping his eye closely upon the herds around The Sunspire lately, spending most of his time tracking, following them to see their migrating patterns and keeping a mental inventory of where they were and how long they tended to linger there, picking out the weakest of the herds and cataloging them into his target category of his mind. The Ostrega's logical and strategical mind was built for keeping track of such things and likely one of the reasons he was such a skilled hunter. He did not presume to think that being a Gamekeeper was all about the actual hunting because it wasn't. There was so much more involved and it was tracking and monitoring the herds as if he were a Shepard and them his sheep that Sumayl focused heavily upon. The hunting part was the easiest; the part of his unofficial job that anyone could do. Of course no one could be as perfect at it as he was, but you know, everyone else was average at it.
It was a herd of Elk that had lingered just on the outskirts of of the other side of The Sunspire that the pack inhabited that Sumayl was observing now, sitting high on a perfect perch that the Sunspire lent him high enough that he could see them perfectly over the trees and that they could not detect the predator that watched them closely from afar. It was a fairly big herd, the clicking of their joints heard by the Ostrega even from this distance as they ambled together, calling out to one another though for the most part contently grazing. A few were pregnant, tell tale by the hormones they put off, the scent distinct and transcendent of species. The details he could not see from so high so he relied heavily upon his sense of smell and hearing.
Leisurely, Sumayl stood and stretched deciding that for now, he would let them eat in peace. This would give them a continued false sense of security and it would give him time to form a plan, though he still had to get close enough to observe them by sight, to see their weakest be it a newborn or a sickly elder, or even a cripple. As he descended the scent of the pregnant females in the herd grew stronger, reminding Sumayl that it was about that season. Wolves could mate at any time that a female went into heat which did not seem to have a set season but for most animals the cusp of winter seemed to be it. It reminded Sumayl of what, someday, the ex-playboy wanted out of life; despite that being in a committed relationship before Vienna had scared him — though it was the love his parents, his biological parents had shared that had kept him, subconsciously, looking for the woman that would make him want to retire the wild playboy side in favor of something much more stable and lasting. He had not came to The Sunspire expecting to fall in love but there was no denying that it had happened, regardless.
Something caught Sumayl's attention out of the corner of his eye as he padded around the pines, putting distance between the elk herd and himself, depicting Vienna's scent quickly. Immediately, his path was diverted and he headed directly towards her as if she were the gravitational force pulling him to her. “Vienna!” He called out to her, a Casanova-esque grin tugging at the edges of his lips. “You were looking for me?” Except it had been spoken as a statement as opposed to a question. It was a ridiculous assumption to make for there was nothing that said she wasn't simply enjoying her re-found mobile freedom; but then again Sumayl's world revolved largely around himself and the narcissist couldn't help but make everything about himself — or almost everything, at any rate. Somewhere along the line Vienna had became the other thing Sumayl's world revolved around, nudging her way into the spotlight that Sumayl had selfishly and largely hogged.