My thoughts were that Cwmfen could follow him, and find him before he gets serious/becomes the predator. Smelling the pups in the area, she can figure it out and talk him out of looking for them anymore and offer to help him hunt? He'll be upset and frustrated enough at that point to go along, and when he becomes the predator again for their hunt, they can work together uninhibited to bring down prey? After the thread, maybe it can be assumed that Cwmfen goes to the family and tells them there's a predator nearby that they need to be aware of?
Brennt's mood had lightened somewhat since escaping from Cwmfen, but he was still troubled. The stress the encounter had caused him hadn't gone away, now he was worried that she would keep coming back. Contrary to all appearances, he and the predator were one in the same. He could remember all that happened, just not in very much detail. It was difficult to remember what he perceived in one frame of mind when in the other, just like he couldn't remember anything to do with words as the predator, he didn't recall every detail of his experiences now...he knew he had demonstrated that he didn't want her to follow him, and that she seemed like she wouldn't bother him around Halifax, but exactly how he'd gone about it he was uncertain.
Still, to work out that anxiety, he had decided to try and pick up a scent, for hunting. He had left the security of Halifax, scared that she might stop waiting at the spot where he'd left her and come after him, and gone southwest, toward a big human facility which, were he literate, he might have learned was something humans called an 'airport.' The ground was harder than dirt, and the smells were a little different, though the overgrowth blocked out most of the anomalous scents pervading the area. One thing he could detect beneath all other smells, however, were the scents of motherhood. Milk, pups, a small number, probably a mother and father. Brennt wasn't a great fighter, he was bigger than average, and when he stopped thinking about himself as Brennt and what he was doing as wrong, he was supremely vicious, which gave him an edge. It was a dangerous thing to fight a mother near her puppies, and more dangerous still to do so if another parent was lurking around nearby.
Nonetheless, he was hungry now, and eating puppies always made him feel better, even though he felt edgy in the minutes before the killing. The tightness in his throat would tighten and tighten until finally he let the Brennt-persona go in anticipation of the killing, and all of the worries went away with that mentality. The smell was getting strong now, but as he searched, he found it difficult to determine where the pups and their mother lay. He ended up entering a human building and sniffing at the ground fervently, but the smell was all over...whoever lived here had been walking around, and he didn't know what direction to go. His efforts momentarily thwarted, he stood, walking in circles, trying desperately to find where the trail led next...because surely it couldn't end here.
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Cwmfen paced along that freshly marked boarder, her movements strangely unhurried. She was deep in thought, contemplating both the absent male and the scent that now lingered in the air. She wondered what it was about him that intrigued her so much, that moved her to seek him out, to waste her time, even, with this male. He was not of a personality that normally caught her attention, for he was nothing in comparison to both Haku and Bane (both of which greatly intrigued her). And yet, that silent male had caught her interest; she had not let that tug of carnal desire for the male escape her, and she wondered at it now. Perhaps she was simply intrigued by that dichotomous entity within those yellow eyes. The male was larger and stronger than her, and so he was physically superior. And she understood that he could be intellectually an equal as well. It was a strange game to play while in his presence, and perhaps this intrigued her.
The warrior stopped finally, unknowing of how much time had actually passed. The white orbs looked into the woods where beyond lay both Halifax and Brennt. She finally accepted that he would not come. While she had known that this would be the case from the moment the male had turned his back on her, she had been unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept this defeat. Yes, the warrior, who views life as one great battlefield, saw that moment as a moment of defeat. And it had been a strange defeat, a passive one. The warrior did not know how to deal with such passivity, for she knew that the male was capable of much more. She had openly challenged him, and yet he had ignored it. And so the white orbs flickered to the path ahead. The black fae knew that he would not come back the same way—no animal did that knowing that someone would be there waiting. And so she had two choices: she could leave Brennt in his peace or she could wind around the marked territory and seek him out. Cwmfen chose the latter.
The paws silently carried the lupine creature about until there was no obvious markings. Then she pushed herself into this territory she had learned to be called Halifax. Her maw lifted occasionally, seeking the grey hued male’s scent and finding nothing yet. So the wolf continued, allowing her senses, not her mind, to guide her. It was not until she had reached a large building, which she did not recognize, that his scent became strong. That silent, graceful gait quickened until he came into view. But his scent was not the only one lingering upon the air. A whole family was living here. She did not know where they were, but she knew why Brennt was here. The black, woad tipped tail moved like a river behind her as she called out to him once more. "You don’t have to do this Brennt—there’re other ways." The alto melody held no plea as she paused a generous distance from him. The warrior simply understood why it was that others sought to shun him, and she understood too his confusion. And so she sought now to show him that he no longer had to do that, that there were other ways that could yield just as much food, if not more.
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Brennt's dull yellow eyes rose from their point of focus on the scent-laden floor, and though there could be no intensity behind them, he kept them on her for a long while, as if doing so might actually translate his desires into a solid push that would send her away. His ears fell, and he bared his teeth in the feral snarl from before, but without the predator, his eyes, and in many ways his soul, were not in the gesture. His hair remained where it was. He knew she hadn't attacked him last time, and though he was not very intelligent, and wasn't conscious of the conclusion he'd reached, he now believed that she in fact wouldn't attack him unless he attacked her first. Or at the very least, unless he touched her first.
"You're mean. You're lying." His words wouldn't do much for him when it came to arguing with Cwmfen...or anyone, for that matter. The reason he abandoned words and reason so quickly was because he was so astoundingly poor at both. Nonetheless, the thoughts--slow as they were--were there, and the words followed them. He still didn't like Cwmfen, and the name 'mean' was the only word he knew that manifested his feelings completely: that he didn't like her, but it was her fault, not his. She was dishonest with her words like other wolves were, like Pallok, like even his mother who had promised she would love him forever. But despite her words, her big son had been able to clearly see otherwise. Had he been possessed of a keener intellect, he might have pieced together that her greater love for the new pups was only temporary, that when all of them were grown he might have her best-love again, but he had known only the present, and in that present she had broken her promise to him, and loved others better.
"Other ways?" he said absently, eyes unfocused, aimed vaguely and confusedly at the floor. He hadn't reflected very much to himself his own reasons for why he ate children, and so her statement was not immediately clear to him. He knew what she was referring to, because as Brennt he was always aware that what he was doing was supposed to be wrong. It was clear to him which part of his activities she didn't like. Nonetheless, he didn't know precisely what he was getting from it, and so getting it in some other way was difficult to wrap his brain around. "Are you lying?" His harsh accusations were becoming deflated, insecure musings. He spoke as much to himself as to her...could she be trusted? Brennt rarely trusted anyone, but since his meeting with Maz, he had a better sense that he desperately wanted to trust some people.
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The warrior was silent as she stood there. She had his attention when his gaze lifted, and for now that would be enough. It seemed, however, that between the moment in which he had left her and the moment now, that clearer creature had fallen back once more. Those yellow eyes were dull again, and the white orbs searched deeper, searching for the now dormant creature and finding nothing through the dullness. Understanding that it would be this way, the probing eyes withdrew, returning to the wolf that stood before her, observing both this male and her own curiosities. The warrior, always expecting the worse, expected him to attack. But he did not, and it was almost as if there was some sort of understanding, a silent understanding, that was more important than anything that could have been made with words. And the black fae understood that words meant very little to this creature. And knowing this, she tried to use words briefly, words that were to the point.
Even when Brennt continued with his accusations, the same accusations that had been applied to her before, she was silent. Finally, when it seemed as if the male were speaking more directly to her, the black fae moved forward, those few, graceful steps closing the gap as if his words had been the permission to allow such proximity. She was not near enough so that he could touch her, but she could see him better and his scent was all that came to her. Because his inquiry seemed to hold a certain amount of uncertainty, the female replied with a simple, "No." And then the alto melody fell silent for a moment as she considered the male once more, struggling to better understand this strange creature. "If you hunt rabbit for food, people won’t try to take it." Rabbit was only a single example of what he could eat besides a rabbit. But the warrior had lived on such things for the entirety of her first two years. Unknowing of her luperci state and traveling alone, the female had been capable of feeding off of such small creatures. The only time she had eaten otherwise had been when she had come across the carcass of another’s meal that had already been eaten.
"But if you are not alone, you can hunt deer. You don’t have to be hungry, and deer tastes better." The meat of predators were not as tender, the warrior had decided. And she had also learned, once she had joined Dahlia and had participated in her first pack hunt, that the meat of deer had the best flavor. It was a unique taste that she could not describe. And perhaps the grey male would be interested enough to take her offer. If he continued on the path her was currently one, he could not live in peace and others would continue to “be mean” to him. The woad marked fae turned slightly, her tail waving once in invitation. "If you come with me now, I can show you." But the warrior hoped that Brennt would show her that silent persona.
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Brennt looked impassively at the floor, his nose still huffing at the scent of the family in the building, but the meandering processes of his mind somewhere else entirely. Cwmfen was being nice to him; that hadn't happened since last time. But last time she had been tricking him, she had been nice and then attacked him. Maybe he had been wrong when he tried to love her? Maybe she had not wanted that. It was difficult to decide, because people lied so much, and he was wrong so much, but he also lived alone, so he couldn't depend on anyone else to let him know which one was which on any given day, and had to have some level of self-certainty in his dealings. He had decided she was tricking him, but later decided she had misunderstood him, then forgotten that resolution and returned back to the belief that she was bad and a liar. Now he wondered again if he hadn't been wrong. Maybe she wasn't bad like he thought. She had not attacked him earlier. She could have. He thought she would probably win. Another part of him did not want to give itself bad odds, but he usually wasn't very confident when he was thinking with words, and that branched out into many other avenues of feeling.
"Cwmfen will help me?" he said uncertainly, still staring at the floor. He had hunted with Maz just the day before, and was not ignorant on the subject. No, in fact, he would have made a very capable hunter, had his other quirks not gotten in the way of packlife. Alas, it would never be. Nonetheless, he supposed he was hungry enough that he could eat more, though he also knew that deer would somehow be lacking in what it was he had wanted. Strangely, though, Cwmfen's altered attitude had lessened his desire for the children he smelled inside, and this helped him to make his decision.
"Okay, please." The phrase was clumsily worded, the two words not said as if they were right beside one another, but intoned as if there were a middle part to the sentence which might bring the meaning together. In short, he agreed, and please was the polite thing to say when you wanted something from someone. That was what his mother had taught him. Thank you was for if they were already helping you. He wouldn't be in much of a state to say that once they were finished hunting, but Brennt rarely, if ever, thought that far ahead.
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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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Brennt followed the black female, this time not presuming anything, still bewildered to some degree that she was being so nice to him. His eyes fell as the scent faded...he didn't need it as much now, but he had been getting excited. He knew where it was now, though, and though it was rare for him, he stored that information away for later. Cwmfen was right, she would not be able to close him to the habit, though she might deter it for now, or maybe even in the future. What had happened between himself and his mother had left a wound very deep in his psyche, one which he could not heal with the simple tools at his disposal.
Their walk took them well away from the airport and the Shattered Coast, out into the forests beyond. Brennt began smelling the deer at the same time as Cwmfen, and though he resisted the reversion to wordlessness a little longer than usual, he still didn't make it very long. He word her words, but instead of answering them, he hastened his steps. As his speed increased, something new began entering his eyes, and it wasn't long before, scenting the deer ahead of him and hearing Cwmfen behind, Brennt had given himself to those instincts which made up the core of his soul, the center of his being. Those things which made him what civilized society could not: a full person.
Its senses were sharp, extremely sharp. It stopped several times, changing direction, staying in the shadows and moving with an alarming degree of silence for one so large. Despite its various crouchings and the softness of its steps, it seemed to always be moving with great alacrity, almost as if gliding over the ground. It wasn't until a considerable time had passed in this fashion that the wordless predator stopped, ears pricked forward, bright eyes spying four deer off in the distance. Among them was a child and a doe. It waited for Cwmfen to get herself into position. It knew that it was the bigger of the two, and expected to be the one who eventually brought the target, whichever target she chose to drive his way, to the ground. With only two of them, there was still a good chance that they would need to bring the deer down by running it into exhaustion, even with an ambush, deer could run fast and jump high, and there was no telling if any of them would run straight his way, even if Cwmfen chased them.
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Cwmfen fell back behind the male as he began to lead. She caught a brief flash of those yellow eyes as he pulled forward, seeing now that they were clear. A quiet excitement jumped through her. And so she followed in silence, watching the male as he moved with that instinctual speed and skill. As he made frequent stops to scent the air and change direction, the warrior followed suit. Occasionally, the woad bound ears pricked forward as if listening for something that never came. At times she would bring herself to walk nearer, her shoulder aligned with his hip, but the forest often pushed her back so that she followed the scent of the male with her nose nearly touching his tail. Her own gait was silent and graceful, and it was impressed upon her that this male had his own silence and grace. The white orbs watched the creature before her, assessing him now for his physical attributes. She saw only a male wolf moving naturally with the power unique to wolves, utilizing its own life and the life about it in such a natural way as to invoke her own intrigue.
When it stopped, the female immediately pulled up to stand along side him. Her movements slowed significantly, though they did not lose their control. The white orbs picked through their surroundings to find their target: four deer. For a moment, she wondered whether they should take the fawn, for she was unsure as to whether this male liked the flesh of the young for its uniqueness or for its psychological value. Betting on the latter, she chose one of the adults. The buck could have been a good choice, for there was a chance that he would stand his ground to defend the small herd. Of course, the doe provided an equally good chance, but it was more likely to leave behind its child. At last, she decided upon the doe, for she believed that it would be the easiest to provoke into running. Glancing momentarily at Brennt, the female pulled away, circling about with the cover of the trees and the silence of her paws, the white orbs intently upon that target. She would have to be careful of her hooves, but also of the hooves of the males should they decide not to run.
Briefly, as she took up a place opposite the male wolf, she thought briefly of her first hunt with Slay. It had been executed in a similar fashion. She had been the one to pursue the deer as well, but such a thing never troubled her; while she had never made a deer kill, she knew of the importance of her own minor role. She had also decided to help the wolf in this hunt, and so she would give him the kill. She had the rest of her life to be able to experience what she had not already. With these thoughts in mind, the female thrust herself from the cover of the thicket, her paws and movements like quicksilver as they cut a path through the air. Her strides were wide and easy, and they carried her with a celerity that closed the distance with surprising speed. The doe, however, was made to flee, and she did just that. The woad bound jaws snapped audibly upon the empty air as she provoked the animal. There were several times when the doe changed directions, but the female’s agility was of an equal caliber, and she did not lose her hold upon the deer. And the doe was faster, but her job was not to kill it, her job was to make it tired, to run it into the jaws of the grey male Brennt.
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I was going to have him slow down the doe by hanging on so that they could take it down together, but then I did some research and found out that Brennt weighs as much as a doe at the top of the weight spectrum <<
It waited silently, crouching low, ready to spring into a run or a pounce. The black female chased the doe, and the predator fought an urge to join in the chase immediately. Holding for an extra moment, it pushed off as the doe came running along side a hedge of bushes, surviving on the periphery of the clearing. He ran abreast of her, planning to take her once she escaped the clearing. Unexpectedly, the deer leapt over the shrubs, and her legs landed inches away from its face. Veering left, brambles lashed out against the beast's face as it avoided the sharp hooves and their landing. An explosion of leaves followed the track its face was making in the vegetation, but it kept up to speed as it came back out of the brush. The deer had slowed very minutely upon landing, and jumped reflexively when she had felt her close proximity to an unknown predator, but the instincts of the predator were every bit as sharp as hers, and it did not lose its opportunity. She was faster, but had not expected a wolf behind the bushes. She wasted time, more than her pursuer did.
Leaping up, the wolf's jaws clamped down on the doe's flank, and secured a hold there while its sharp claws struggles for purchase on the animal's hide. Unlike a cat's claws, a wolves weren't sufficiently sharp, nor its toes sufficiently strong, to hold its weight well. Nonetheless, scrabbling with all four legs did inflict greater damage to the fleeing animal, and did--to a degree--reduce the strain on the predator's jaws while it let its weight slow and exhaust its prey. Hanging onto a fleeing deer was a good way to tire it out quickly, but given its own mass, the predator was able to bring it down almost immediately, the chase only continuing for a further five heartbeats after it took a hold of her side.
Now on the ground, thrashing and fighting, the deer and the wolf both knew that the kill would come soon. Jumping forward from its position at the side, three feet on the ground and one resting on the animal's shoulder, the predator sought to take the deer at the neck, but failed as it twisted and thrashed on the ground. Fangs sinking into the side of its head, the beast shook violently in return, seeking to quash its resistance while Cwmfen came in, hopefully for a more successful attempt on its throat. The battle was over, the prey was won, the only thing that remained was to dispatch it without being harmed in the process.
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Cwmfen had chased the deer into the place where the male wolf was waiting, but the last minute leap had caught both wolves off guard. Had they lacked instinct as humans did, the hunt would have been over with the prey lost. But instinct ruled their lives, and the heat of the hunt was the only thing that occupied the female’s mind. While Brennt had escaped the hooves that could have come down upon his head and turned to give immediate chase of the doe, the warrior moved about, changing her direction as she ran. She could not pursue the deer in the same path that the male wolf took, but to do so would have been pointless anyway. Instead, she cut a path through the trees that brought her to side just as Brennt, having shut his jaws about the doe’s flank, brought the prey animal down. The female had not realized how large the male was until this moment, but, while his size gave him an advantage, his position upon the dying creature did not allow him to make the kill.
The black fae did not hesitate as she moved in to complete the kill. With this proximity, she could smell the fear of the deer and see the eyes rolling with the whites showing. There was a quiet satisfaction within the female as she saw this display of death. With a quiet snarl that distorted her maw, the female dodged the thrashing limbs of the prey animal, ignoring the need to bit the ankles. Her hungry jaws closed about that soft throat, blood exploding into her mouth as the trachea collapsed beneath the force. The last throes of the animal caught the female in the rips, and she jumped to the side as she held the jaws about the throat. Her ribs throbbed with that sudden pain, but there was no blood or broken bones for the creature’s strength had left when her jaws had come. The rattle of death shook the doe as the flow of blood suddenly lessened with the stilled heart, and it fell limp. The woad marked fae gave a last vicious shake before unhinging her jaws and allowing the deer’s head to fall defeated to the earth.
The warrior’s pink tongue came out to lick her bloodied jaws as she looked to Brennt, her breathing only slightly labored by her efforts. A fierce smile graced her maw. The hunt was very much like the war, and though it was different, this action had been more than she had had in the past moon. For the moment, the healed warrior was satisfied. And with the fresh blood of deer within her, she knew that her hunger would be more than sated. But the female did not begin feeding yet, offering the first rites to the larger male. Stepping back from the carcass, she made this clear, and it was as if she were giving him superiority over this thing. There was a hot excitement running through her as her heart beat with the rhythm of the world. It was the excitement that followed every hunt and battle, and, though she may not yet have realized it, that necessitated something more that this male could give her, and that she would be willing to take.
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The predator felt a moment of uncertainty, very unusual for it, as Cwmfen took the kill. She had chased it off once, but it was large and had been responsible for her take of the kill...it wasn't sure if it was dominant to her or subordinate. It was physically stronger, but it also knew that it didn't want to fight her. Would it be worthwhile to try and assert its dominance? It didn't know for a certainty, and stood considering her while the deer lie growing colder. It was with some surprise that it perceived her submission to its right to feed first. While the social interaction prior to eating had held it up, it picked up on the cue quickly, and began digging at the belly immediately, the sound of tearing flesh exciting it almost as much as the smells of deer blood and innards.
It took some digging, but Brennt was able to tear the liver from the creature, pause, place it on the ground and then tear away the heart as well, before grabbing both greedily in its mouth to walk a short distance away from the corpse before sitting down to eat, the organs resting between the predator's spread forelegs. For the moment, it enjoyed its new status, and devoured the meaty organ first, followed by the spongy one. Blood was smeared all over the fur of its face, to such a degree that the blood that had stained its lips with the first attack had been completely drowned out by the stagnant blood of the dead. It spared her very little notice for the female who had permitted herself to come second today. The predator liked Cwmfen now, and this would extend to Brennt once he woke up again, though he wouldn't understand precisely why he had changed from only trusting her a little to actually liking her. Regardless, he, nor it, had been able to eat this well in some time. The predator knew the same thing that Cwmfen did: carnivore meat was inferior to herbivorous flesh. Stringy and tough by comparison, the food it enjoyed now had qualities which--without thinking hard enough to really distinguish why--it knew far surpassed those of the children it had planned to devour. Nonetheless, there were other factors in the devouring of children...a need which Brennt, in neither form, would soon surrender.
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At first, the male seemed uncertain. But as she backed away, offering him the first bites and thus giving to him a superiority, the male understood and took what was his. The woad bound ears flickered forward at the sound of his jaws tearing at the carcass’ flesh. She moved once, excited by that sound and by his own pleasure of doing so. Instinct made her want to join him immediately, but she lingered behind knowing that she had already relinquished that right. Watching, the female noticed that he took both the heart and the liver, the two organs that were the sweetest. The liver was, by far, her personal favorite, but she did not try to take it from him. As he moved aside carrying those two prizes, the female moved in, tearing into the hot flesh and growling with her own delight. The taste of fresh deer meat was a thing that she did not taste often, but each time she did not deny its superior taste. The meat tore for her with ease, coming apart for her jaws each time it was bid.
When she had had several bites, enough meat to satisfy her, she looked up, at the male, licking her jaws. Hunger wasn’t the only thing that moved the female. But at the moment, the male was intent upon the eating those food treasures and did not notice her. For a moment, the warrior, simply stretched, moving her muscles and testing to limits of her healed body. And then she moved to bring herself near to the male. She lowered her maw to poke his shoulder, letting him know that she required his attention. He was sitting now, and so she took several steps back, the steps almost uncharacteristically playful. The warrior moved to face him, the white orbs searching the yellow eyes. Perhaps with this proximity, the male would be able to scent the hormonal changes within her body that invited him. The meat was forgotten to the female, and she knew now only what her body was telling her and that her mind was willing to accept this male’s company.
Her body’s needs were becoming increasingly urgent, and she could feel that unfamiliar hotness in her loins. The warrior was only vaguely aware of the danger that the male could present, but she felt that he would not try to harm her. The warrior was only vaguely aware of what her body could handle with the scars that bounded her, but she felt that she would be able to handle it. The she-wolf had experienced this thing only twice, but now, especially having recently been able to shift and with this hunt being the first action she had seen in a month, the need was overpowering, and she was not one to deny herself such a thing. And the female was only vaguely aware that she had never partaken in such activity in this particular form, but instince would allow her the basics, and that would be enough. The female’s breathing quickened slightly as she growled at him, bidding him to come and accept her, challenging him to refuse. The black tail waved several times before she took a step forward.
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The organs were sweet, and while he had gone to the trouble to take them out especially and sit down a ways off to enjoy them, they did not take long for him to consume. The instincts now weren't as strong as they had been a few moments ago...Brennt was still the predator, but even the predator took down time. While his eyes were clear, his instincts had subsided somewhat, permitting him the enjoyment of the meal, rather than the naked acknowledgment of life and its rules and its pains that generally descended upon it during battle and during the hunt. And so it was that, when Cwmfen came upon it, the predator did not become immediately defensive of its food, no more so than any other wolf at any rate, and was able to consider her outside of the realm of possible enemy or simply hunting partner that she had been before.
Finishing the last of the liver, the wolf stood up, turning his large head to face the smaller female beside him. The smells coming from her were something it had smelled before, but never directed at itself. It knew immediately what they were, and had some faint memory of smelling them around Fern when she was close to Pallok. No, though, these were far better, for in combination with her direct attention of him, and the favor she had been showing him, it was indisputably clear to the brawny male that these smells had been triggered by him, or for him, and that there was reward to be had in acknowledging them. Quickly, its full attention came down on her, and a new light took its eyes, one which could never have penetrated the opacity of Brennt's coma-like gaze, but which shown out brightly from the predator's. He smelled her closely, and a puppy-like energy took his own steps as well, as he followed her backward. What came next would be what Brennt had wanted before, and then told himself he hadn't wanted, and would later decide he had wanted again. The difference between this time and last time would be lost on him, of course, but ultimately that didn't matter. He was a wolf of meager intellect, and tended to live in the moment. The reasons it hadn't worked out the first time would not plague him, nothing beyond the fact that what they had missed before would be realized now mattered.
Going off into the bushes, the two wolves, both closer, perhaps, to their ancestors than the others that resided in the land, would pursue their desires. Where Brennt would ordinarily have seen the coming act to be of a very mature nature, in his memory it would always be remembered as something different entirely. There was an innocence about it, a playful energy that he did not experience as an adult very often. A strange, care-free sort of feeling which he had experienced a lot as a puppy before he had become plagued by his differences with his siblings, and had caught a glimpse of while playing with Maz. It would be a memory that would fade quickly, due to the blurry translation from one mental state to another, but one which both he would be very glad to make.
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