Blackfoot Forest demons of the dark

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salmon tongue flicked out over her lips, catching hints of metal and smoothing the fur there. familiar hunger rolled low in her stomach, and yet the sterling huntress ignored the tug resolutely. the male spasmed once, gaze sliding back to stare numbly at something beyond her living vision. she remained half-crouched a moment, two, before sliding back to her paws, chest moving with exertion as she waited for the hunting rush to still.

the crackle of underbrush had her auds flick back, then forward to center in on the sound. gaze blazed hawkishly as a man slid from the underbrush, decidedly unabashed about his sudden appearance at her kill. she didn't bother to offer a reply to the first remark, watching him cooly yet carefully. she was - had - been a prideful creature, and yet his half-lidded gaze and sleazy grin had her cautious. 

he smelled of wildness and earth; with a face that reminded her, in it's prettiness, of alarian, save for the scar. "the night makes things bold, and stupid. also, loud." already, the radius of silence spread out around the dead fox was beginning to falter as movement and soft calls began once more. soon, there would be no more monument to the fox's death, save the rust stain on the forest floor. 

here, far removed for morningside and with the recent knowledge offered by her conversation with alarian, she could slip back into who she'd been before. "habit of yours to sashay up to stranger's kills in the dead of night?" despite the possibility of some warning lingering in the words; there was none, her features open and voice lacking any edge. he may appear arrogant, but unthreatening (for now) and keeping a respectful distance.