With his slow approach and her lack of appearance Heath wondered for a second if she had scampered off some how. He was sure that she was still lingering beyond the counter which hid her form. His keen sight wouldn’t have allowed her to disappear in such a way. He felt her presence, though she was as silence as a frozen hare. Still her scent could not be hidden. He found himself stalking her, his body tense and his curiosity falling to something more intense. Heath corrected his contracted muscles, calming his body and yet still ready for what ever might jump out at him.
She spoke, and it stopped Heath in his slow moving small stride. He waited, the words moving through the thick quiet in order for him to recognize and process them. He was not about to leave, not at her simple demand. And for lack of response he simply stood his ground. The tension was tangible, threatening to strangle both creatures. Gold eyes were locked on the horizon that the table made, her form breaching it. Dark head rose to show the blood red eyes of her coyote lineage. Just as the mongrel creature had held those months ago. His spawn? Heath wondered. He shifted to one foot, body limber.
The coyote came to full height, and the thing she likely had gone to retrieve at his arrive was held in her hand. He could have shaken his head, scoffed and laughed. But the male remained still. It was not her ability to wield the weapon that made him want to chuckle in her face. He wandered where they all got those things. He felt that he had met too many females that bore a weapon as large and dangerous as the one the stranger held. How did their lithe form carry and swing such things? Two Aniwaya females, Annan, and now this coyote. Each with their own battle gear, and Heath merely carried a knife for cutting twine.
“You don’t need that.” He spoke, his voice stark of emotion. Nether afraid nor bold. His hand no longer lingered at his pocket, in the chance she noticed what he carried there.
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