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His desire for the children, which provided for his food, seemed to go beyond mere hunger. The white orbs observed the large male as his nose continued to scent the ground, deeply breathing it in. The warrior did not think that she could make him immune to such desires, but she thought that if she could show him another way, he would indulge himself in such ways less frequently, thus decreasing his skill of getting himself into trouble. Cwmfen simply nodded in silent agreement, asserting once more that she was not lying. And then she waited as he seemed to revert back to some distant thought, allowing him the time and space to make his decision. The warrior hoped that he would accept her offer. But she couldn’t decide whether her hope was for a personal or altruistic need. At length, the black fae decided that it must be for the former, for she was normally not an altruistic character. She was merely a martial creature, and she protected those loyal to Dahlia because she herself was loyal to Dahlia. Altruism was not part of it.
A soft smile graced the woad bound maw, pleased that he had decided to accept her offer. She wagged her tail once to display to him her contentment, as she turned to start leading him away. Then, remembering what had happened the last time she had ‘displayed’ her rear to him, the female added a quiet, "Let’s go." She would begin to draw him away, leading as she did so, but she hoped that the grey male would eventually join her. Hunting partners were meant to be equals; there was not one that was superior for each had a different skill that would contribute to the hunt. It was the same with pack hunts, and that was what brought success. Through the hunt, the black fae hoped to regain Brennt’s trust so that she may help him later. And the warrior did not need his anger. A warrior, while requiring enemies, also required friends.
Those graceful strides carried her easily to the woods as she lead, for deer would be there at this time of day. They would need to go into the deeper woods, way from the open skies of Halifax, for there the trees provided a cool sanctuary where the deer would feed. And so knowing this, the warrior lead the loner into such a place. She wondered, however, how often the male had hunted for such things and she wondered how familiar he was with their habits. But she paused suddenly, lifting her maw in the darker air of the woods. "The deer are near," the alto melody whispered to the grey-hued Brennt. She was silent as she smelled the air for a moment longer, assessing the direction in which she would need to go, before she turned her white orbs to the male. "You lead; I’ll help." She had told the male that she would help him, and so she would do only that. The male would need to feel as if he could hunt these prey animals so that he could do so again later.
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His desire for the children, which provided for his food, seemed to go beyond mere hunger. The white orbs observed the large male as his nose continued to scent the ground, deeply breathing it in. The warrior did not think that she could make him immune to such desires, but she thought that if she could show him another way, he would indulge himself in such ways less frequently, thus decreasing his skill of getting himself into trouble. Cwmfen simply nodded in silent agreement, asserting once more that she was not lying. And then she waited as he seemed to revert back to some distant thought, allowing him the time and space to make his decision. The warrior hoped that he would accept her offer. But she couldn’t decide whether her hope was for a personal or altruistic need. At length, the black fae decided that it must be for the former, for she was normally not an altruistic character. She was merely a martial creature, and she protected those loyal to Dahlia because she herself was loyal to Dahlia. Altruism was not part of it.
A soft smile graced the woad bound maw, pleased that he had decided to accept her offer. She wagged her tail once to display to him her contentment, as she turned to start leading him away. Then, remembering what had happened the last time she had ‘displayed’ her rear to him, the female added a quiet, "Let’s go." She would begin to draw him away, leading as she did so, but she hoped that the grey male would eventually join her. Hunting partners were meant to be equals; there was not one that was superior for each had a different skill that would contribute to the hunt. It was the same with pack hunts, and that was what brought success. Through the hunt, the black fae hoped to regain Brennt’s trust so that she may help him later. And the warrior did not need his anger. A warrior, while requiring enemies, also required friends.
Those graceful strides carried her easily to the woods as she lead, for deer would be there at this time of day. They would need to go into the deeper woods, way from the open skies of Halifax, for there the trees provided a cool sanctuary where the deer would feed. And so knowing this, the warrior lead the loner into such a place. She wondered, however, how often the male had hunted for such things and she wondered how familiar he was with their habits. But she paused suddenly, lifting her maw in the darker air of the woods. "The deer are near," the alto melody whispered to the grey-hued Brennt. She was silent as she smelled the air for a moment longer, assessing the direction in which she would need to go, before she turned her white orbs to the male. "You lead; I’ll help." She had told the male that she would help him, and so she would do only that. The male would need to feel as if he could hunt these prey animals so that he could do so again later.