Soul sickness
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He stopped, and moved behind a tree. He could hear someone ruffling about. It was faint. He slowly sniffed the air, long drawn out rushes of air going in and out of his nostrils. He picked up a slight scent. Combining his senses he realized it was near his trap. He kept himself in check, he could feel anger rising over someone messing with his traps. He would keep cool and calm though. He made his way to his trap and saw the wolf. He made no secret he was there.

"Hey!" He called out. He didnt sound to angry, but the voice did have an edge to it. His purple eyes staring at the dark wolf. He shifted his body a bit, but made no further advancement. His leather shoulder pads creaking as the leather harness kept them held down to his shoulder. The center piece to it did not fully match, but the design was the same. His precious knife stayed sheathed in it's scabbard on the harness strap. His belt hung somewhat loosely. It was lopsided due to the satchel attached to one side and no counter weight on the other.

"What are you doing, boy?" He somewhat mocked him, but it wasn't outright either. He was old enough that it was just a mannerism of speaking. He eyes him. Oddly he didn't have the desire to slaughter and eat this wolf. Not yet, anyhow. He liked the looks of him so far and wanted to talk and judge his character before he reached that decision. The scarring on the boys face, he knows pain...


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