He would go unnoticed for the time being as the golden woman continued to drag her prey deeper into the woods of his home. He would follow her quietly, pawsteps nearly undetectable as he moved through the underbrush, icy gaze never leaving her lithe figure. It wasn't until she was sure that she wasn't under the threat of retaliation that she allowed herself to release the carcass and begin feasting on it. Had he not eaten earlier that day his own fill of deer he perhaps would've been a tad bit hungry, but the meat still lingering in his stomach was sufficient enough to chase away any thoughts of hunger.
It wasn't until she had finished eating that she felt his eyes on her, golden figure twisting in his direction, forest eyes locking in on his cobalt figure. She would bristle, going to stand over her carcass, wary that he would come and take it from her. Crimson would stain her muzzle as she snarled at him, waiting to see what he would. The cobalt King would step from the shadows, body language calm and relaxed, trying to look as non-threatening as a 40inch giant could look like. I mean you no harm ma'am. Take my word. I simply am curious as to whether you live here. Vocals were soothing as he tried to calm the golden woman down.
