OOC: She's always bathing when he fucks her over, it's quite funny.
It'd been so long since he was able to breath! To run, to be free! Mars' life had been turning upside down, for the better, and so Hurricane was barely 'needed' anymore. He found this to be dissatisfying to him, and finally he had been able to get out, and take the body out to wherever. He was quick to leave the packlands that he did not really know all that well (and it was surprising that he actually was able to get out of the pack) and he ended up tracking someone. Tracking someone that was so close by that it was ridiculous. He also knew the scent, for the scent never seemed to fade from his mind. He only stopped tracking the female to bathe his scent and blacken his pelt with soot and soil. It was a habit of his, for he did this mostly without thinking, and once he was done, he would continue on with his tracking of the female who had such a strong scent at the moment. The naturally curled tail of Mars was now flat and he;d in a 'relaxed' position, with the tip pointing down at the ground, but it still wagged lightly as his nose went to the ground and he sniffed around. He caught the scents of others too, but he remembered last time that she had a slave, so it could have been them he guessed, but he didn't realize that one of them was the scent of a pup. Hurricane could care less. If he saw the pup, he more than likely would have killed it right on the spot.
He slithered like a snake through the forest, his body tense, his hands ready to kill. The anger within him had been less intense than it had been when he attacked that giant, but now, his anger was more like jealousy. Why should Mars have a perfect life while he rot in the back of Mars' mind? Hurricane felt the need to destroy something beautiful. In more ways than just one. Slowly, he sniffed around a wagon that came into view, but the scent he was looking for was not present, so he slowly slunk away without a sound of his presence. He walked away from the wagon and towards a lake, something that he was not fearful of in any way. He was very much unlike Mars in so many ways, that it seemed all too ridiculous. Then again, in some way, they were both completely different beings.
Soon, his eyes found her, bathing, like she had been last time he ran into her. Her scent was not as strong then, and the male did not give her a second look, but this time, there was something on the woman that smelt....delicious. He stepped forward from the brush that covered him, once flat tail now curled and wagging, and a devilish grin touching his lips as he stalked forward, each step predatory. Figured you'd be dead by now. growled the beast with a deep baritone voice as the smile grew on his maw and he closed the distance between them, but he was aware of her weapon, for it sat at her side. She obviously learned from last time they met. It kinda made him flattered. Do you remember me? the man asked as he approached a shoreline and he dipped his feet into the water, soon, the soot and soil starting to cloud the water.
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