Swiftcurrent Creek tears of the sun

She had done well to avoid him since initially accepting him once more in to her life – a part of her could not believe her foolishness of her actions, while the other simply dismissed it and him. But it was hard to ignore him when he stood before her now, her lithe figure coming to a stop as his scent infiltrated her very being. It was the familiar stench of dried blood, though it was missing something – the salt of the ocean that had once matted his fur – the taste of brine upon her air whenever she had been near him. Those days of longing had vanished, but it did not explain his presence now.

Rather than stop and turn back, as was her initial desire, the honeyed she-wolf roved closer to him, her steps a delicate dance across the frozen grounds. She had considered hunting, if only to ease her mind as much as the pang in her stomach, yet his presence took away her appetite, and instead, she was forced to interrogate her demons rather than run from them. Coming up closer to his side, her eyes swept over him briefly, before taking in the area they stood – they were so close to leaving the terrain, that it would not have surprised her had he finally slunk back to the Mambo. “Why are you here, Lecter?” The question erupted from her before she could stop it – her devious intent usually far coyer than now. But she tired of playing mind games with the shaman, and instead, she desired nothing more than to bury her own insecurities. If Sos and Atka had abandoned her, as Jinx had said.. what was he doing here?