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Cassius was upwind, not being able to smell the scent of others that made his solitary moment not so solitary anymore. Had the blonde wolf stepped forward, Cass would feel like he would need to be on his guard, as both of them were evenly matched, if not favoring the much younger male. However, he stayed out of view and so the Southerner continued to rest, remaining uninterrupted for the time being. The crossbow still was gripped by his hand -- rather unconciously as his eyes were almost completely closed and his body leaned limply against the tree.
He woke when a voice questioned him, bright, imperial eyes now visible as he stared at the wolf, who seemed to take a great interest in the sleeping body of the old man. "I ain't any deader than y'all're," he huffed, pulling his arms up to use the tree to stand. He let go of his crossbow (which had a strap wrapped around his chest) to free his hands, now dangling loosely at his side. He, strangely enough, didn't bother to check the area around him for any other "visitors" distracted enough by this "child" of sorts. He seemed harmless enough to the old coyote mix, who frankly was past his prime -- as evidenced by the need for a weapon to hunt.
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