[P] Sneaking around the forest
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Inca hadn't suffered too badly for his last venture into the dampwoods, the blow that the woman had given to his head a very unpleasant experience, especially the disorientation of losing consciousness and winding up elsewhere. She hadn't done lasting damage to him though, had even been rather attractive to the less than picky teenager, but the aftermath when going to his father had been less pleasant.

He'd kept his other defeats a secret from Liir, but Inca had let his tongue wag a little too far, and his father had voiced his disappointment in a son that could be beaten so easily by a woman. The elder coyote hadn't struck him for the failure, but his words bit just as deeply as if Inca had been backhanded, the blue eyed coyote his idol, despite the revelations that had started to creep into the light regarding the older man. After that, Liir had finally taken more interest in training his son, though he was not gentle about it, a still healing bruise on his face from one of those practicing sessions likely visible up close.

The sun was high in the sky above the woodlands that Inca traveled through, his plans for the trip only consisting of a direction, and maybe a time that he would want to turn back. Hunting, practicing his ability to stalk without being seen, stealing from an unattended camp, any would serve well enough for the unarmed male. Nothing at all carried with him during the outing, not that his belongings extended beyond a worn cloak, and some furs from past prey. If he'd been more comfortable on four legs, Inca might have proceeded like that, but he'd rarely shifted to four legs since gaining the ability to shift.

A faint scent trail drew Inca's attention, and changed his wandering course to follow what might have been a well traveled path. Tracking wasn't his strongest suite, so it was entirely possible that what he'd found was an old trail, something that would never lead to anything interesting. The longer he followed along behind however, the stronger it grew, acting as a beacon for the hybrid, especially when it smelled like a canine, someone to follow, or steal from. That sort of quarry far more interesting, than if it had been a deer to hunt.

As he drew closer, and began to catch up to whoever it was, Inca's footsteps became that much more careful about what he was stepping on. He had very few 'skills' to speak of, but his fixation on moving without being seen or heard, that was something that he'd made progress with. Despite that practice however, he was still young, a mix of inexperience, and his large size a combined disadvantage that usually had him found out.

Inca's determination to remain quiet was bearing better fruit than usual however, quiet as a mouse, extra attentive to each twig that could betray him, dead leaves that might crunch beneath his feet. What he failed to notice, was the shifting breeze that made the tree branches sway now and then, or the fact that it's direction had gradually changed to put himself upwind of the one he was following. That blind spot only solidified when he finally caught sight of the stranger, someone to look at, and the excitement of sneaking easily ruining his ability to notice the little things that he should have been able to.
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Sorry for the wait, was trying to push through CdC’s plot since it’s pretty fast @____@


Note for me, thread happens during the start of CdC’s July event plot

The warrior princess had decided to leave the pack’s territory without any company but her own. It had been a while since she had ventured beyond their borders on her own. Usually, she took Apollo with her to make the journey easier, or Agrona to work on some training. Never one to become fully dependent on anyone, Teagan had felt the lonely venture had been well deserved. It would be good to stretch her legs, as well, her lone figure would leave a smaller footprint of her presence as she moved about the neutral territories.


The summer sun beamed hotly down onto the forest canopy above, coming through in dappled beams on the forest undergrowth. Cicadas and songbirds sang a merry tune, unbothered by the knight as she leisurely walked below them. The occasional squirrel or rabbit darted about, and Teagan had seen a herd of deer warily regard her from a safe distance. Overall, though, her trek beyond her usual prowling grounds had been rather uninteresting.


She’d worn her usual, off-white tunic, and her short sword had been taken along for the jaunt as well. Her hair had been pulled up into the high ponytail that it was rarely found out of anymore. Besides her sword, nothing on her screamed “Cavalier”, which was her intention. Better to remain as forgetful and plain as possible than to go toting her cloak with her. Besides, the weather was too warm for it anyway. A day pack had been thrown over one shoulder, carrying hardly more than a few provisions should she not be able to make it back to the pack before nightfall. As well, it allowed her to scavenge for anything interesting that she could bring back to Indi.


The few abandoned hunting cabins she had come across, however, had yielded relatively little that would interest her koi-colored sibling. Not unless she had a thing for dust, mildew, or rodent skeletons, anyway. Teagan had decided to search around a bit more to see what she could find. The day was still relatively young, and the temperatures were not so sweltering that the wolfdog needed to consider cooling off. Her pace had been slower than normal, allowing her to simply enjoy the nature around her.


A change in the stuffy, forest breeze caused the Cavalier’s placid mood to evaporate like water thrown onto a hot stone in the summer sun. Her mismatched ears perked, searching for any sounds of her follower. Out in the middle of the woods, and with how strong the scent was becoming, it could hardly be a coincidence that they were in the same area unless they wanted something. Her feet drew to a pause, and her canary eyes flicked daggers out over the nearby flora.


“Come out,” she commanded sternly to the wood. Her hand came to rest on the pommel of her sword. She didn’t particularly care to be followed, especially, when the scent they carried matched that of a certain pack… “I know you’re out there, Anatheman,” she continued in case they had the “smart” idea of disobeying her previous demand.




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[size=150]Teagan Stryder[/size]

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Inca felt a rush of pride as she came into view, the hybrid's blue eyes hasty in their efforts to appraise the stranger. She was taller than himself, much better equipped as well, the clothes she wore appearing quite fancy to the male that usually got by with only a ratty cloak. The thief in him was quick to try and imagine himself in the outfit she wore, but couldn't decide if the mental image was appealing or not. The weapon she carried was far more intriguing to the would be bandit, a much more impressive weapon than anything he'd ever owned, not that he would be very skilled with it.

The woman herself was appealing to look at as well, not that Inca had proven to be very picky in that regard, his interest in the opposite sex not very discriminating. From behind her, most of her details were a secret to the male, only a vague idea that she had a lighter build than his own, despite her greater height. It was enough for him to appreciate what he saw, and hope that she would turn around so he could see the rest of her.

It was lost on him that there was probably a reason for her perked ears, and for why she turned around toward the direction he lay 'hidden'. To Inca, it was just a bit of good fortune, his unspoken wish granted, though she looked far more serious than he would have expected from a female. He had hoped for something closer to a shy expression, a lost damsel that would be an easy mark, but she looked far more like his father had during their practice sessions.

When the woman he was examining ended up speaking, Inca's eyes widened in surprise, confused about how he might have been detected. He'd been so very careful, and at first he stayed hidden where he was, not so much as blinking in the hopes she didn't really know he was there. Those hopes were dashed by the stranger knowing what pack he was from, something she couldn't possibly tell from looking at him. It struck him then, that the breeze was drifting toward her not him, and his pride damaged as a result.

”Fine fine...” Inca grumbled, just loud enough that she would probably be able to hear him. He stepped out from behind the tree he had been using to obscure most of him, and cautiously approached. If he had been a little less reckless, turning tail and running would have been the more sane choice, especially since he hadn't even formulated a reason he was following her. ”What's me being from Anathema have to do with anything though?” Inca added, genuinely not aware why the stranger would bring his birth pack into the conversation.

No matter how reckless Inca was, he wasn't so stupid as to get too close, his plan to stop a few arm's lengths away from them. Close enough that he could go back to wandering over her with his eyes, silently appraising, but not so close that a quick drawing of the sword would have him wind up with more than just the bruises. ”I'm Inca... not going to try and stab me with that are you?” the male added toward the tail end of his approach, not too concerned about giving his name to the stranger. His eyes lingering on the woman's sword, still very much interested in finding a way to obtain it for himself, but wary of the prospect it might end up used on him.
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LMFAO those teenage hormones xD

Thankfully, it seemed her stalker realized when they’d been had and didn’t test her patience. The last thing she wanted to do was waste time hunting down someone that thought they were “smart” enough to evade her tenacious pursuit abilities. The individual stepped out into the open, revealing themselves to be a young male, perhaps a few months give-or-take older than her younger siblings. His coat was a heavy mix of greys and browns, and, while shorter, he looked to have more bulk to his person than she.


Compared to her, he stood naked, assuring Teagan that the teen wasn’t hiding any weapons from her. He sounded a bit disgruntled to have been caught, though, it did nothing to sway the hardened gaze of the Cavalier. When he spoke again, he seemed genuinely confused about her previous tone. Had the Stryder not been her mother’s daughter, she might have sparred the young man pity for a sin carried out before his conception.


However, she was Lyris’ daughter, and the question earned him nothing more than a narrowed glance and a sharp exhale. “Apparently whoever teaches your pack history conveniently left out the dark parts in it,” she scoffed. The teen moved closer to her, and Teagan’s hand itched to draw her weapon to deter him from his current course. Eventually, though, he stopped, stalling her—for the time being—from having to draw the blade from its housing.


His icy gaze roved over her in a way that the warrior princess was no stranger to. She had been leered at by men before, however, it didn’t make the situation any less comfortable for her either. Thankfully, his gaze shifted to her sword as he offered an introduction. “Teagan,” she returned, her voice clipped and stern. If she’d had it her way, she wouldn’t have given the Anatheman her name, however, it was better than giving him the demonym of what pack she hailed from. Besides, she had a feeling this conversation would not be over with within the next few minutes—not with the curious gleam that shined in his eyes as he stared at her blade. Better to give him something to call her by rather than have him pester her for it or make up something degrading to refer to her by.


“There will be no ‘try’ to it,” she promised wryly, the corner of her lip curving upward in a small smirk. “So long as you don’t give me a reason to draw it, you won’t have to worry.” She added, in case the boy was dense. Her chest rose and fell as she took a breath, deciding to cut to the chase about her unwanted stalker’s intentions. “Why were you following me?”




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[size=150]Teagan Stryder[/size]

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Despite being caught by the woman, Inca was perhaps a little more confident in his steps than he should have been, a little too thick headed for past experiences to make him think twice about pressing his luck. If Inca had been the sort to learn from experience easily, he'd have slipped away when he'd been found out, on his way back to Anathema, rather than getting closer to the armed female. If she proved to be hostile, Inca was neither armed, nor particularly skilled in hand to hand combat, not that he considered that as he drew as close as he dared. His thoughts far more concerned with the immediate present, and the pretty face that was throwing an narrowed gaze his way.

A hint of embarrassment clawed at the back of the hybrid's mind when she suggested it was pack history, something that Inca almost guessed he'd been told about before. History was one of many topics that the male had found boring when growing up, and had become quite adept at tuning out things that he found boring. "Ehhh, I must have not caught that part... you could always fill me in?" Inca replied back in a defensive tone, not doing a very good job of hiding the discomfort he was feeling. What 'dark parts' constituted was something he didn't think too long on, assuming some mundane form of thievery, like he often tried to partake in.

"Teagan..." Inca repeated, committing the name to memory, his roving eyes more than able to attach a face to the name. The hybrid not doubting for a moment that he'd been given a false name, not yet occurring to him that some might prize the secrecy of their names. It was entirely possible that they'd never see one another again, but Inca tended to assume that he'd encounter someone more than once, the amount of time he spent in the dampwoods making the belief not too unfounded.

Inca's gaze grew suspicious of Teagan when she smirked at the prospect of stabbing him, the hybrid uncertain if she was simply trying to intimidate him, or if she genuinely found the idea appealing. "And what reasons would you need to cut an unarmed man? Not like I'd go out of my way to harm such a pretty lady in the woods..." the dog started to reply, his words trailing off for a few noticeable moments, clawing for some excuse for why he had been stalking Teagan through the woods. Inca possessed enough foresight to know 'To try and steal your belongings' wasn't liable to win him any points with the female.

"Was out in the woods looking for something interesting, and I found someone interesting. It's fun to see how long it takes to spot me. You took longer than I'd thought you would actually..." Inca finally answered, a mix of lies and truth. He did find Teagan interesting, though that could have been said of any female from his point of view, and he did enjoy sneaking around unseen. She hadn't taken all that long to notice him however, Inca hoping that she wouldn't catch that lie though, and maybe be impressed.
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Either the boy was, honestly, ignorant of his own pack’s wrongdoings or he was in complete denial that what Anathema had done was wrong. “Attacking a defenseless pack and then denying any wrongdoing when confronted about it,” she answered simply, sharply. As much as she might have wanted to tell him to go ask his elders, she had an inkling that they might soften the reality of it all. Better to be frank with him if he, truly, was in the dark about it all.


Whether he believed it or not was another matter.


Her uncle and his family had suffered from Anathema’s uncalled-for display of power. Their pack was no more, and nothing could change that.


The sound of her name on his tongue didn’t exactly sooth the Cavalier. However, it was a better option than letting him know what pack she hailed from. His roving eyes moved over her a little too boldly though…


“To teach a male the valuable lesson of keeping his hands to himself and not step into a woman’s personal space unless allowed,” she replied, her smirk slowly disappearing. The moment he stepped too far, took a step towards her too many, that would be when she reminded him of where they stood with one another. As stranger to stranger, as a young male to a blossoming woman, as Anatheman to Cavalier.


So long as he understood that he was not to try and act on any foolish, teenage, hormonal, boy-hood thoughts within her presence, she would be sure to keep her temper in check.


Teagan’s mismatched ears flattened against her hair at the suspiciously flirtatious tones that were laced in his reasoning for having followed her. Even more so, he had the gall to mock her abilities. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop a lip from curling with irritation. “It wasn’t hard when you made the rookie mistake of standing upwind from your target,” she deadpanned.


She shifted her weight, leaning more onto one hip than the other. “And what did you plan to do when I caught you?” It was a dangerous and stupidly risky game he played. With a packmate, it would have been one thing, but, a complete stranger? She could have easily been some sort of killer or trafficker. The boy could have been slaughtered or put into a life of forced servitude, and no one would have probably noticed he was gone until it was too late.




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Inca's guesses were not at all close to what Teagan claimed Anathema had done, a look of uncertainty tainting his otherwise confident demeanor. He could think of a few within Anathema that wouldn't shy from a fight, just or otherwise, his father among them, but he couldn't think of a reason why. ”Why would they attack another pack?” Inca voiced his confusion, but made no effort to deny that it might have happened the way she said. Even if it had, Inca still didn't grasp the concept that he would be blamed for it, and he said as much ”Even if they did... I didn't do it.” that same semi-defensive tone clinging to his voice.

The wolfdog's fading smirk was equal parts good and bad from Inca's point of view, good in that he'd come to associate the gesture with thoughts of stabbing him, and bad in that he wasn't certain what the lack of it might imply. ”Doesn't seem like a lesson that would have much purpose, if you stab them, they wind up dead. No lesson learned... I'll keep out of your space, till I get permission.” Inca retorted in a smart tone, more than aware that it had been a not so subtle warning for him to not get closer. He was close enough to look however, and patient enough that he might eventually get to touch, or so he thought at least.

Like rain on a fire, Teagan pointing out his 'rookie mistake' quenched some of the teen's confidence, a temporary status, but one that made the male's ears pin in embarrassment. ”I just got a little distracted, didn't notice the wind had shifted a bit...” Inca mumbled, loud enough that she shouldn't have had trouble hearing him, but low enough to reveal that he wasn't comfortable admitting his lapse. While struggling with embarrassment, the male's head turned to the right a bit, obviously uncomfortable with looking right at her after being called a rookie, though his interest in her kept his eyes at least mostly on her.

”Uhhh...” Inca stalled when she probed his previous answer, silently cursing himself for not at least thinking a little further ahead to cover his lie better. ”Usually turns out like this, or if they want to raise hell over a little harmless watching, I run the other direction.” Inca added, a mostly smooth effort at recovery, but much like ability to remain undetected, his ability to lie wasn't flawless. There was a nervous glint in the teen's blue eyes, put there by his assumption that she was prying into what he'd said, rather than just curious about his intentions. ”How about yourself? What's a lovely thing like you doing out in the woods, are you from around here?” Inca added, perhaps a little too quickly, hoping to put the attention back on her.
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Sorry for the wait! >____<

Teagan exhaled a sharp, hot breath to the boy’s question. “Bad leadership if you ask me,” she replied, lips curling, irritated, “If you want to know, why don’t you ask your pack when you go home?” Her family had been attacked, and, from their perspective, it had been unwarranted. Teagan herself had been a pup at the time her father and Alistair had confronted the Dark King about the matter. So, she had nothing but second-hand accounts to base her judgement off of.


Her facial features twitched as the young teen defended himself, though, only half-heartedly. “Hnn,” she grunted, unconvinced. He might not have, no, but his pack had. He was guilty by association until he could prove he was made of better stock than his elders.


The yearling tried to argue with her over her logic with threatening violence upon him, and, to it, he earned another sound of disinterest from the woman. Of course he wouldn’t understand. He was a guy. As well, it wasn’t like she was going to kill someone. No, it would be an act to make a point, not one meant to needlessly end one’s life. Thus was evidence of how different their train of thoughts were.


His agreement—though almost flippant in how it was spoken—to not overstep personal boundaries was enough to satisfy the young woman for now. “Thank you,” she replied, her lips tight as if she hadn’t wanted to say such words. If she had things her way, he would not touch a hair on her…ever.


At his shift in features when she told him of his mistake, Teagan couldn’t stop the ghost of a smirk that threatened to appear on her lips. He squirmed beneath her gaze, showing signs of embarrassment at his flaws. “Admitting you made a mistake at all is the first step in improving yourself,” she commented offhandedly. Luckily for him, the warrior princess wasn’t one to gloat.


When it came to answer her question, the Anatheman stalled and Teagan raised a brow at him expectantly. It took him a moment to form a plausible answer, and, to it, Teagan might have chuckled if she’d been in a better mood. It was such a child-answer, the one he gave. “I see that you aren’t a quick learner…” She observed flatly. What did he have to gain from such a pointless endeavor?


There was a strange, nervous look in his eye, and her own narrowed suspiciously at it. Quick as she’d noticed it, the teenager tried to turn the conversation back around on her. “Taking a walk,” she answered quickly, dismissively, her canary eyes still staring at him as if trying to visually dissect him. “Why? Are you going to follow me back to wherever I call ‘home,’ Anatheman?” Like hell she’d let him track her all the way back to the pack. “I assure you that I have nothing worthwhile for such a venture.”




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OOC: I am the worst ;_;

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Inca felt a pang of irritation when the woman spoke of 'bad leadership', a particularly effective insult when the hybrid's mother was one of Anathema's leadership. He tried to hide it, but the man's eyes narrowed all the same, and his teeth gritted as he suppressed the urge to say something. The woman was attractive from where Inca stood, and knew that snapping at her wasn't liable to aid her opinion of him, especially when she seemed to already dislike him for his birthplace.

It was uncomfortable for him, to have her praising him as though he were a pup still learning to make it in the world. It had been months since he'd last thought he was a pup, even if he still had no trouble finding people to treat him like one. ”I'm not a pup... you don't need to grade me on what sort of learner I am. I get enough of that from my sister...” Inca grumbled mostly to himself, the hybrid's arms crossing in front of him in response to her, the insult toward his leadership still gnawing away at the back of his mind.

”I could follow you all the way home, is that what you want?” Inca answered back, his insulted expression fading a bit once he found an opportunity to be smart with her. The way she looked at him, and her opinion of Anathema, it was clear even to the sometimes dense male that she'd probably not like him following her home. ”If nothing else, might answer why you give your name, but not where you call home. You a loner or something?” Inca continued, verbally speculating about where she might be from, and jumping to the conclusion that she was a loner who had reason to fear drawing a pack's interest.

He'd held the impulse back for as long as he could, but at least kept his tone constrained to 'scolding' rather than anything particularly aggressive. ”Kind of rude to call my leadership bad, when you don't even know them... One of them is my mother.”
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It’s okay, we can both suck together with our reply speeds xDD <333 We can also end this soon if you think Inca wouldn’t settle for Teagan’s obviously biased views? x3

Like any that were, truly, loyal to their pack, hearing a stranger speak ill of their home was not something most would stomach willingly. Inca’s eyes narrowed at her, and the Cavalier almost dared him to say something, to say that she was wrong, to tell her that her uncle, his family, and all of their friends, had not been attacked, chased from their own home, and scattered throughout the land. It had been nearly two years since New Dawn’s fall, and it appeared those in Inca’s homeland were either too cowardly to tell their youth of the grave misfortune they had caused, or thought themselves without fault.


Either way, her rage-filled thoughts were kept trapped, for the teenager wisely did not give her any reason to unleash them on his unfortunate soul.


She gave him a forced, acid-filled smile to his gripe about her commentary about his skills and learning from past mistakes. “Sorry.” She didn’t mean it. “Force of habit.” It was true though, so often she was used to training with newer or younger members, sprinkling occasional words of encouragement for recognizing one’s mistakes came naturally. Mistakes were how Luperci learned, some, more costly than others.


Her lips twisted back into their scowl when he suggested following her. “No,” she growled with a lifted lip. It was the exact opposite of what she wanted. She wanted the Anatheman to leave her alone, but, for whatever reason, he kept talking, kept questioning her, kept dragging out this confrontation. What did he want?


“I gave you my name because I didn’t want you badgering me about it,” she told him honestly. She continued without skipping a beat, “I am a loner, yes. And one that would like to not catch uncalled for attention by a male, pack, or otherwise.” She would continue with her lie; it was better this way. She knew her temper to often get the better of her. So, if things got nasty, at least, this way, there would be no way to tie it back to Casa di Cavalieri.


Inca seemed smart enough to not overstep himself. Not yet anyway.


She waited a moment more, trying to gauge if his interest in her had been satisfied. Much to her disappointment though, her earlier slight towards his leadership had not left his mind as she had thought. His words caused Teagan to sneer. “So what? You want a pat on the back? I won’t apologize for what I said.” Her canary gaze narrowed icily on him. “You think just because she’s your mother that she’s above wrong? That she can kill and attack innocent Luperci without being called out for it? Anathema wiped out that pack; scattered, hurt, and killed its members.”


Teagan’s fingers tightened into fists as her anger mounted. “If you don’t think that classifies as ‘bad leadership’, then you’re part of the problem.” She let out a hot breath, trying to calm herself. “…and if you don’t believe your pack could do such atrocities, go ask your mother yourself.” She highly doubted someone in a leadership position would be unaware of the pack’s past actions. From there, it would be up to him to believe a stranger, or to go with whatever lie or otherwise the Anatheman woman might feed him.




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[size=150]Teagan Stryder[/size]

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Inca had initially started following her as a test of his skills, and then the draw of her fine looking weapon had kept him around in idle hope that he'd somehow be able to relieve her of it. It had become relatively clear that she was ready and able to fight him however, and it seemed likely to him that she wouldn't stop at a beating if he tried his luck. All things being equal, he'd have probably slipped away even sooner in the confrontation, especially when she had started to talk down about his pack.

A different sort of greed had kept the male around longer than he would have normally, it was the appeal that she herself had, Inca's eyes liking what he saw in the woman just as much as he did in the blade at her waist. His inexperienced praise and compliments had not garnered the reaction he'd expected though, only adding to the frustration she'd stirred in him. That pattern continued when she rejected his playful suggestion that he follow her, even going so far as to bluntly suggest his attention wasn't welcome.

”Act like I'd bite, or steal somethin if I knew where you lived...” Inca grumbled half under his breath, but was deliberately loud enough that she would probably hear him. It was at least partly true, he probably would try and steal something from her in that situation, but he was offended that she was so secretive all the same. He wasn't the most moral of Luperci, even if he usually wasn't too malicious, driven by greed rather than some overt desire to hurt anyone.

Teagan seemed quick to strike back with her words, apparently not at all concerned with being 'rude'. Inca found himself taken aback by just how passionate she was about the subject, wondering at a few points whether she might actually get physical with him, a worry that caused him to step back from her in a slow, deliberate fashion. Things didn't turn to blow though, at least not right then and there, but it made Inca start to wonder if it was almost inevitable were he to stick around and keep prodding at the woman.

It crossed his mind that maybe she had some relation to the pack that had supposedly been wiped out, but that was a question he didn't want to broach with someone that already looked like she might get violent. ”Maybe I will ask her, but doesn't mean I had anything to do with it...” Inca reiterated his reason for why she shouldn't be angry with him at least, before he started to give one more look over the woman. She was attractive, and it was tempting to try pressing his luck, but the sword she could easily use on him was a deterrent to any reckless thoughts. ”Well, if you don't want an escort back home... not much sense in sticking around. Maybe I'll run into you again though... you're pretty cute, even if you're kind of rude.” the young man announced what was likely to be the end of the encounter between them, a mischievous grin on his face as he contrasted her supposed good looks, with what he saw as being rude.

Unless she made some effort to stop him, or give chase, Inca started to slip away, toying with the idea of doubling back around to follow her despite what he'd said. With the woman already alerted though, he wasn't all that sure he wouldn't just be caught a second time. There would be others to stalk after, to steal from, and other pretty faces to flirt at, or so he believed anyways.
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