Snippet #3422

And it was fair to say that the lupine knew precisely how to hunt. The basic learnings of his childhood were vastly supplemented by years of specialized training, and suffice to say, it was simple enough for his heightened sense of sight to pick her graceful movements apart from the darkness. Suffice to say, nothing short of the magickal would escape his natural senses, and even the magickal had nowhere to hide from his psychic mind. From the collaborated magnitude of the unnatural forces that throbbed deep within the bowls of the woodland, down to to the simple echo of the most tender and calculated footsteps upon the soil, there was little that eluded such a greater awareness. Ultimately, that was what drew him here.

It seemed however, that the lupine wasn't wrong in assuming this woman was interested in his own calculated path. At the very least, he was impressed that she could even discern his original loft from the darkness. Ultimately, it was his own fault; having so courteously left a physical trail so as to taunt and intrigue the man he'd glimpsed early in the evening - but perhaps there was more to this Huntress' ability that he might not have gauged otherwise. Something more than what even a veteran trapper might wield. He prided himself in being a vastly apt hunter of man and beast alike, but he knew all to well that such skill and aptitude was not shared to him exclusively. There was always a bigger fish. Even if it might take an entire lifetime to find that fish, the fact remained that there always was. Even if he held no reason to believe that she was his equal or better, he always had to consider the possibility that she could at least deter him. No matter. If things played out the way he planned, they would all meet soon enough, and one way or another, there would come a common goal.