Itzal shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet as he waited patiently. He watched Axelle from behind as a pile grew behind her of dirt. She was working hard on the little grave for the little rat. He hadn't thought that this kind of thing would matter to Axelle, but he respected her more to find out it did. It wasn't like he believe that the animals souls had to be put to rest or anything. He had thought about what came when he died, but he felt it wasn't important enough at the moment to think about. He had a solution for the question anyways. He didn't plan on dying anytime soon, so he wouldn't. He sighed softly, the small breeze carrying the sound away from his lips and whisking it away.
He turned his head into the breeze, feeling it flow around him as he closed his eyes. He could feel that soon the cold would come. He wasn't worried though, he didn't usually get cold. He was use to it, and usually managed just fine. He liked the winter. The breeze picked up slightly and rustled his fur, as it ran through the strands. He loved that feeling, the wind in his fur and on his face. It reminded him of nights spent running through the forest, tracking prey, the feeling of a successful hunt. He felt a pang of longing for the way he use to live, but he knew that he couldn't go back to that way of life. There was no balance, no stability to that way of life. And stability was what he needed to stay in control of Eztli.
Itzal was drawn from his thoughts by the brief lack of digging. He glanced back at Axelle and saw that now she was filling in the hole with the rats little body inside. He smirked at her, watching her work. Hi He said back, holding back a grin.
Itzal looked at the little grave without emotion, only a nod. He looked down at her eyes, two different colors meeting his two golden. Yeah. He looked at the crossbow on her back and chuckled some at how it looked. A giant, secui wolf, with a little crossbow across her back. He picked up her bag without responding, smiling at her. He looked at the purple bag that he had slung over his shoulder and just shook his head in amusment as he turned to lead the way.
He turned north and started off that way, heading to the forest that was spreading into the giant city fast. It should have plently of prey. What do you feel like hunting? He asked, looking back over his shoulder at Axelle.
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