She lingered behind him, beyond the range his optical senses could procure. But that did not make her undetectable - It was with the skill of a true hunter, a creature so able to tune itself into another being that the simplicities of an exhale, a shift of weight, a twitch of muscle, were all noted and identified for the signals they were.
He made her nervous - That was obvious. But she smelt less of fear now, and that served to aid in lowering his predatorial drives. It was one of the most basic instincts between creatures who feasted on the flesh and bones of others, to instantly deign any being as kindred or prey. Their ability to make this decision had been warped, as their DNA had been, by the infliction of the virus. Some Luperci were infested with empathy, with sympathy, with guilt and other emotions that were foreign to the ancestors of Sirius Revlis. Surely, in a way, all Luperci knew these things. But in some, the transformation altered instincts in less favorable, more evolutionarily suitable, methods. Always, Sirius sought weakness in his company - It was no longer the distinctive and sudden realization of the wolf seeing the rabbit, or otherwise, the wolf seeing his kindred. The line between prey and friend and foe was blurred, made indistinct by the vapid hunger of his insatiable wit, his cravings for survival, for power.
So, while she had been right to fear him, it settled him to think that perhaps now her fear could become wariness. It made the intensity of his attention, focused so sharply upon her, relax - If only slightly, if only a little. Enough that she might be seen without the possibility of becoming, in the short term, prey.
Such primitive wicked things ruled over him as much as religious binds did her. Sirius was not to know that this Caspa, this foreigner with dark eyes and curious mannerisms, was a puppet to her own inner battle of deity and self. No god ruled Sirius, nor had any, nor would any. He lived by no sacred laws but his own - And sometimes, not even these. The restrictions and allowances of a religion were alien and distasteful to him. There were many in Salsola who were bound by such allegiances - Some to no god, per say, but to the otherworld; That place of spirit and demon, of terrible wonderful magic. Such things could often birth fear within him, and so the monarch took care to dissect them from his clinical, mechanical mind.
As she spoke, he finished skinning the rabbit, flattening the pelt fur-side down on the ground before him, so that the fatty soft layer could be used as some manner of plate. The soft tones of the woman guided his tall ears in her direction, and as she crouched aside him, black lips twitched up in some manner of mirth. Yet he remained silent until she voiced her question, and even then, he remained silent a long moment more before answering. "Indeed, the North breeds hardship. Being picky is not a viable survival tactic - We eat what we can get our claws into," And here, he met her gaze again, allowing the sheer acidic olive of his own brooding stare to make bold his choice of words. The hunting dagger continued its work, neatly severing limbs from the meat, before gutting the remaining chunk. Carefully, Sirius placed these portions - Legs, liver, heart - neatly on the small flattened pelt. "The mountains are wet, often, either with snow of humidity. I am well used to eating raw, for making a fire can be near to impossible unless one has the right tools," Having sliced off the thicker chunks of meat on the haunches, the Revlis man deftly wiped his blade on a corner of the pelt before sheathing it neatly against the strap at his thigh. He licked his claws quickly, removing the mess that had gathered on them from gutting the rabbit.
Finally satisfied, Sirius allowed his gaze to linger on the woman a moment, before shifting slightly so that he sat at one end of the pelt and the small pile of meat it held. He made a gesture to the pile, indicating that she could take her pick, before taking the liver for himself. It lasted only one gulp, disappearing into those dangerous jaws quickly. "And what of you, Caspa? How fare those who choose the South for their dwelling?"
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