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Sirius didn't quite know what to make of the girl on the rock. This startled him somewhat, for the young man's brain was more than adept at shuffling people into appropriate categories. Every individual could be placed according to their entity, their mentality, and one of his few desirable skills was the ability to read this. To read and individual. It made them easier to manage that way - Easier to manipulate, easier to elude. Sirius claimed to be no magician, but he was an automated genius when it came to such things. Why, then, he preferred a lack of company, was a mystery yet to be solved.
But she baffled him, with such sweet and modest words, as her sister undoubtedly had. Folk such as they should no longer exist in a world that had proven itself, undeniably, to be cruel; He had adapted, becoming likewise distanced and cold, with a capability for cruelty if the need arose. Surviving was, after all, what truly mattered. He allowed himself to become close to very few, because then there was only himself to care for, and himself to blame. It was better, simpler, that way.
The dark coywolf approached carefully as she spoke, but purposefully, giving her no reason to think that he was alarmed by his inability to read her. Unruly bangs of near-ebony danced before the hunter's eyes, which remained constant on her, measuring and clever. The bag with the snares was left to the shadow of the trees - He could retrieve it later, when his curiosity was sated.
Sirius liked the sound of her voice. As such, he didn't interrupt her, not until the damsel posed a gentle inquiry on his prior sentiments. Wanting the girl's pale eyes to linger on him again, the young male took a moment to consider his reply, one hand pulling slightly at the dark tuft of a beard he'd grown in a thinking gesture that was more out of simple habit than it was show. "Some go missing on the mountain," He finally spoke, simply, although apple eyes showed deeper levels of warning. There were those who dwelled in hard places, such as this, that would easily snap up wandering petals like her. In another universe, he could easily have become such a creature - A hunter of the hardest kind of prey.
However, it was not his aim to totally scare her; Just enough that she might think of him as somehow a protector. He knew the mountain well enough - She would be safe with him, for the time being. "There are big cats up here, too. Lots of tricky places to trip up the unwary, pretty traveller" Voice took on a lackadaisical drawl, dark like warm chocolate, a favored lure. "But don't you worry. I am by far the most dangerous thing on this mountain, and you've survived me yet, haven't you?" Crocodile smile returned to show her his jest, although there was a glitter in apple eyes that suggested otherwise.
He moved to sit beside her on the sun-warmed stone, far enough away for proprieties sake, but close enough that he could divulge in her pretty scent.
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