The scent lingered in his nose, surrounding him and filling him with unease. The sickly feeling spread through him and refused to budge, his hand throbbed, muscles too tense from gripping the handle of his katana, his jaw likewise froze in place, his expression a tight grimace. For sure the scent belonged to a loner, an incredibly stupid one at that; lingering and crossing Anathema borders, that was one thing. But that morning as he went to find Chiya and Beyaz, who'd spent the night outside rather than underground, he had located the two perched high within the safety of a trees branches; three dead crows upon the ground, covered in the same loners scent. This is personal now... With a quick hand gesture he signalled for his white crow, the bird fell silently down to him and landed with practised movements neatly upon his master's shoulder. Keeping to the shadows cast by surrounding trees he moved forward, carefully choosing his footing as to minimize the sound of his approach. All the while, his eyes were peeled, he sense grasping at everything so that he could find the sick bastard and dispose of him as quickly as possible; once he'd done so he'd burn the bastard's body and stop by Naniko's to let her know what was going on. Thankfully, it was just one stupid loner; probably half staved and deranged to enter pack lands so freely and without permission.
As he continued, hot upon the strangers scent he noted the air shifting, with it another scent intertwined with his targets; light and feminine, an accomplice of some sort maybe? Once more his hand tensed around his blade's handle, his body yearning to fight, to tear into someone weaker than him. When the distance closed between him and his prey, the scent turned fowl, the breeze carrying the bitter taste of blood with it. Slowly, he unsheathed his blade and grasped it with two hands, loosely taking up a basic fighting stance, ready for whatever may lay ahead. Through the trees he finally spotted her; not his target, but the female, clearly injured and in a lot of pain upon the ground. His feet were anchored to the ground as he scanned the surroundings, searching for a trap, an ambush or any such threat; his nose indicated that the other was nearby, possibly..
Still, he couldn't leave the female alone. Nudging the bird, he indicated that it should approach the female whilst he pulled himself up into the branches of a nearby tree. Moving swiftly and silently he pulled himself half way up the tree, settling silently along a branch. His blue eyes cast down, watching the white bird approach the female.
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