Not far away, a gray youth was moving in a manner that suggested he was battling someone, but there was no opponent - the fight was entirely in his imagination, a way to practice his skills without needing to fight one of his sisters (again) so that next time Daegmar decided to take an interest in them she would find somewhat less fault in his technique than usual. Not that he expected to ever impress her. Daegmar was unimpressible. Atreides paused in his shadow boxing, though, when the wind unexpectedly carried the scent of another wolf to him. A wolf without the pack's scent.
Bounding forward the young male was surprised to see a lone wolf tearing at a fresh carcass, no pack members in sight. He slowed, but not out of caution. There was nothing of caution in his laughing gaze as he drew nearer to plant himself before the intruder. "You're trespassing," he told her bluntly, a crooked grin and a laugh perhaps giving the impression that he wasn't serious. But the grin and the laugh were from exhilaration, not a joke - he was certain that none of the Imperialis kids had gotten to chase a loner out of pack lands.
