Silence.
Once her companion ever faithful in its way, became a hindrance the instant she felt the air shift with movement. The scent of the devil grasped her firmly by the nares, drawing her head from its decline to rise in witness of the male's brief wander. He remained near, as a shadow cast upon the mountain might linger regardless of the hour of the day. Its presence absolute however thin its form, however distantly it stretched and always within sight, waiting to be crossed.
Though she had never known for a shadow to bring with it meat. Nor a male to stand near in wait for her to feast.
Her nostrils flared, filled with the tantalizing aroma of meat. The scent inciting salmon flesh to unfurl form its ivory cage in the hopes to taste, to indulge in it once again. But was quickly withdrawn by the stubborn will to refuse. "You did not come here to only give this to me..." she whispered, departing from the faithful side of her companion in favor of seeking an answer. "...was my reply not clear?" the cold had not touched her, though her chords trembled none the less. Not in fear nor anger, but confusion for this level of persistence. |