Wild Thang

The tall grass proved easy to weave through as the auburn male followed close at the heels of his companion. He too could smell the herd that was grazing nearby, and the thought of the buck they would claim was giving his adrenaline an unbelievable spike. The crunch of bone beneath his teeth, the hot sticky blood entering his mouth just as the sweet tang of fresh meat slides down his throat...it was a sick pleasure that he had enjoyed since his youth. He had never told a soul.

The man could not lie though, seeing Raisa take down such a large and powerful animal would get his mind racing as well. She had a kind of grace in the way that she moved. Her muscles would ripple in perfect rythym to the powerful thrusts of her legs, her eyes focused on the goal at hand. She definitely portrayed the royalty that she claimed to be. He would not deny his attraction for the girl. She was just not one he would want to trifle with. She was the type of girl to bed a man, and not the other way around. Fugue gave a slight shake to his head at the thought. No, thank you.

Deep in thought, Fugue was caught off guard when the strong scent of elk entered his nostrils. He froze instantly and chuffed at Raisa for her to follow suit. Slowly the man raised his head above the rushes and spotted the antlers of a large male. Fugue smiled and returned to the ground, aiming his golden orbs at her.

"I'll approach him head on, get him spooked and away from the herd. Raisa, come at him from the side and surprise him on his blind side. Koros, take up the rear." He laid out his plans without breaking eye contact, keeping his voice at a barely audible whisper. His chin was lowered, eyebrows furrowed and ears swiveled forward and waiting for approval. It was still strange for him to run his actions by another before acting, but the comradery was quite refreshing.