With all the force of a great typhoon

He watched her carefully for a moment, and could see her uncertainty and hesitation. He watch, and waited, but she did not give it an attempt without him first offering an explanation. “Yes.” He said shortly, and began to move. “Consider me prey. “ he instructed her as he began to circle around her. Falling into the slow, predatory movements of a careful hunter. His balance as he moved was perfect. Keeping his gravity low, and head a little lowered. “You keep moving, to stand still is to become an easy target.” He told her.

That was not the tactic for himself. He preferred brute strength, and muscling in on his enemies. But she was tiny, lithe and could be fast with a little more meat on her bones and strength in her legs. He did another slow circle about her. Stalking, prowling, as he demonstrated the right movements. Then Bast returned with the cloak, and he fell out of the stance and moved towards his companion. Grabbing the coat in his teeth, he returned to Adelina and threw it over her shoulders. Fastening it at the front. “This will offer you some protection. Especially with the lack of muscle and fat on your bones. Warmth, too, in this climate. Keep it.”


"Sirius Fatalis"