Arrow Lake haunting equals attachment

the footfalls that sound at worripa's back: distanced at first and then gradually growing closer draw his attention away from his quarry; a short war with himself between ignoring the approaching footfalls in favor of the hunt ...or ignoring his hunt in favor of addressing the stranger. self preservation won out, bidding him to cease the hunt. he turns in time with her chuff.

she is pallid in color and large but worripa, made arrogant by the kill marks that he bears with unbidden pride upon his muzzle, lingering in the proximity of the graveyard of his kin is not cowed as he perhaps should've been.

seaglass gaze studies her in passing; the silent question of what do you want? lingering in the posture of his body. the fragheda does not speak, comfortable with relying upon his body language to do the speaking for him. he's found that those who were more verbal tended to like to talk and he assumes that her reasons for calling out to him would make themselves known shortly ( or so he hoped ).