Snippet #2388118

Kane lent his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his hands. Taking up the typical thinking 'man pose'. The possibility that the stranger was hunter had crossed his mind first. After all that was the most probable, they had the best reasons to be out here. The pair of them had experience from some previous run ins and were right to be cautious. Between his kind and the Hunters it's kill or be killed, hunt or be hunted. A vicious circle. As much as he hated to admit it, Rhys's idea was almost necessary. He smiled as he looked up to Jester's giggling. What a perfect world it would be if his friends could live in peace.

"I think we should." Tyron announced. "We need to know. Specially if this person is following us."

He left off the unspoken agreement. If the Hunter was following them they would have to deal with him. Or her. Although a female was rarer they couldn't assume a woman wouldn't have some private vendetta against Wargs either. If it existed the certainly couldn't lead a Hunter to this supposed haven.

"There is always the chance that they're no one special. Just some hermit or villager out on a hike. And tt may be a long shot but it could be someone like us, travelling to the same place. That would be something wouldn't it? After six years we find another one like us. Of course if that were so its natural you'll want to kill him. Must be habit."

He chuckled at the ridiculousness of the idea and the memories dredged up. Never once did he hold that attack against his friend. Often enough he brought it up for a good laugh together. Yet he was letting his hope get away with him, those chances were minuscule. His laugh had none of the hyena's spice, and it dissipated after a while. Its difficult to try and keep things lively when Jester and Via seemed so much better at it all. He left his input to the discussion at that and stood to go pack up what few belonging he had and to pick up the wooden staff that served as his weapon.

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A flash of golden-brown plumage dropped through the sky like a missile. At the last moment Via spread her wings and sweep upon her prey. Talons latched into the unfortunate wood pigeon as the others scattered in terror. Having just been disturbed from their hiding into the path of a ruthless predator. The next few flaps by the eagle struggled a little, trying to climb with the extra weight. She didn't go much higher, instead aiming for a branch near her catch just under the canopy. Settling on the tree overlooking the stream she began to ravage the corpse. She had chosen this position deliberately, not having missed the pair that provided her with breakfast. Her yellow eyes watching them even as he ate. The down grey and brown feathers escaping and drifting down into the water and flowing away.