The Weak Fall Prey

The pallid male made an offhanded comment as he turned to leave, only incentivizing his departure. A low growl rumbled in his chest, irritation burning under his skin. He wasn't awake enough to be dealing with this shit. What did this man expect? He was just going to fall to his knees, begging forgiveness and offering his eternal allegiance in exchange for a missed kill? No, that was not the Aeris way. Scowling, the celestial male wrote this encounter off with the flick of his tail.

Snow crunched under heavy paws as he made his retreat into the woods, making note of the trail left by a large ungulate disappearing into the woods a few hundred feet away. The broad tracks were unmistakable. "She's gone north, better catch her before the weather fells her first." he shouted over his shoulder to the unlucky hunter. There. He'd done something. That would be his kind act of the day, as mediocre as it was.

-Exit Deion-