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For a moment it appeared that the two might smile at each other forever - Fake, glinting smiles that spoke nothing of true endearment or happiness. These expressions were as honed as Sirius' hunting blade, and while he was unsurprised to discover such falseness in the Aquila, it did serve to found his belief that the other man was not so foolish as the Boss might have liked. They were too similar, in some ways, for Sirius to be at ease - Each too sinuous in their movements, a little too keen with sharp eyes and fangs; A little feral, enough that the land seemed to accept them both, one gold and one shadow, as it might have accepted the dangerous rush of river rapids or the razor-sharp edge of broken stone.
It was enough to keep Sirius' peripherals focused on the other man, in any case. While they may have been under the pretext of temporary alignment, there could be no trust between two such predators, not yet. Perhaps not ever. But Sirius could not deny himself the bizarre attraction he held for the golden ruler. Ezekiel.
Breaking the strange lingering sensation between them, Sirius turned his divided attention to the mountain. He had conquered its peaks many times before, and knew the rises and the gullies well enough. With a final pat to the stallion's glossy flank, he headed up the path, cautious to remain wary of the golden male. He walked with silent steps - The easy, lanky, effortless pace of the Hunter. For that was what the mortal-thing, known as Sirius, known as Boss and Thistle King, was; Not a Warrior and a Fighter like the eagle, but a Hunter, a shadow-stalker and a canny thinker. His mind was a wicked thing, moving always, never stilling. Even in sleep came dreams, remnants of the thoughts always traveling through subconscious.
They came on new land. "I have never been beyond this point," He was uneasy, but kept such a thing easily from silver tongue. "I know not where their border is, nor how well it is protected," It irritated him to speak of things he didn't know, and a frown flickered across handsome features. Olive eyes slid to the portrait of the other, waiting to hear how Ezekiel proposed they approach the foreign pack.
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