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*Laufey* · 08-17-2014, 01:27 PM

Distressed cries drew the yearling's attention away from the path before him. Massive head would turn, sharp eyes piercing the darkness. Largely apathetic to the woes of others, he would, for some unknown reason, choose to deviate from his preferred path and edge towards the crier.

The behemoth was young, but not stupid. He moved with the slinking confidence of a great cat, his strides even, his gait slow, his eyes watching. His posture wasn't necessarily defensive, but every move betrayed his awareness, his caution. Laufey was big, yes, but size didn't offer him the protection needed to move with unchecked arrogance. He didn't know what made the light hued figure cry out, but he wasn't taking any chances.

He approached her slowly, eyes and ears taking in their surroundings. As far as he could tell, they were alone. At last his eyes would fix on her, studying her with renewed interest. She was bathed in shadows, the darkness filling the hollows of her eyes and giving them a unreadable emptiness. He didn't know what to make of her. This served to further stoke his curiosity. "Tell me, stranger," Still in the clutches of youth, the yearling's voice came out deeper than he was accustomed to hearing, the surprisingly heavy tones giving him pause. "Why do you cry so?" Keen senses were on high alert; no wound scent reached his nose and nothing amiss on her person caught the attention of his eyes. If she was wounded, the harm escaped his scrutiny.

"Speech"

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