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Eventually, the creature heard him, a single ear swiveling to listen as he approached. His footfalls sounded heavy, his breathing even. Since she had lost her eye, Atropos had been gifted with a sharpened ability to hear. She had found it odd at first, frustrating when things got too loud, but the sensitivity had long since passed. His voice was smarmy and prideful, spitting stupidity in the span of time it took for her to draw in a breath.

Head turned slightly, careful to not show her weakness just yet, left eye focusing on him. He looked a wretch, colorful and bright, sure of himself. Annoying. The wolf's lip twitched, a movement that meant nothing, while silence stretched between them. There was a thought to simply not respond, but he seemed the type to badger and bother.

The words formed slowly, grating from her throat like a monster crawled from the depths. You have not. Short and concise, the wolf would find his jovial attitude rebuked, unwanted. Atropos was a friend to none.

What do you want. The question was delivered flatly. No wolf simply stopped for a chat. No, others only approached when they wanted something. Needed something. What would it be, for him?