His leg was feeling steadier, now able to carry him on small excursions to scrounge for food near his chosen shelter. But the immobility had taken its toll on the aging man, especially with the added hardship of winter, leaving his previously skinny frame gaunt and his fur brittle; a pallid ghost amidst the snow.

Still, the villain remained undeterred in his mission, constantly sniffing for signs of the mountain wolves, on the lookout for opportunity. And today he would find it! He’d braved the lower slopes, wanting to test his strength and go beyond the scope of his past explorations. But he’d never imagined that he’d find fresh tracks, tainted with the Sanguine stench; And she’s alone! Finally, his luck had turned!

Driven by newfound energy, Vasco hurried along the trail, perked ears soon filled with the rush of the falls. Finding himself on a ledge above the water, he spotted the yearling up ahead, trotting along with seemingly no care in the world. He debated his options for a few breaths before putting on a nervous smile and calling out: “E-excuse me!”

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He must have looked old and feeble, limping along like that, hardly alive. It was a horrid feeling, appearing so weak before an enemy – even a child – but it worked to his advantage now. As he closed in, the girl called out in worry, and it was all he could do not allow a smile unto his features; I’ve got you now!

Vasco felt his paw slip on the icy surface – not the bad one, luckily – but he happily took nature’s cue, stumbling forwards when there was barely a length between them. Everything about him oozed of that same weakness, not a hint of threat to see as he cast himself upon her mercy, to steady him or let him fall to the ground, so perilously close to that deathly drop.

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So predictable! The girl had a soft spot for those in need, a terrible affliction that was all too easily exploited. Barely had his paw slipped towards the edge before her she was at his side, holding him upright again. It was almost too easy.

“S-sorry,” He stammered hoarsely, letting a light tremble into his breathy voice; “Thank you… Th-That would have b-been… Quite the fall.” The sort of fall that might just kill a wolf. Vasco looked up at the girl with weary eyes, gauging her reaction, judging just how he might use her to complete his mission.

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It mattered little to Vasco, whether it was her own conscience or the weight of a soft upbringing, driving her now. All he saw was the worry in her eyes, mirrored in her voice as she spoke. He had her right where he wanted, and the words proved as much, that all her focus was on helping this poor old man.

He startled a little at her words, casting his eyes down before answering: “Many, many moons now…” Viorel’s instructions had been clear, and Vasco intended on doing all that he could to distance himself from the Backwater; I’m just a poor old loner, in need of shelter… Her final statement brought a pale smile to his lips, eyes glancing back up with a bleak look. “But where is not cold, in winter?” He asked in a melancholic tone, like someone who had been alone for several years, used to freezing at night.

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He wasn’t blind to the overbearing note in her answer, so much worse than her pity, and he had to choke back the bile rising in his throat. Hearing this little twit speak down to him was infuriating, making the hatred boil red-hot in his breast. But it was a sign that his ruse was working, the youth seeing him as no threat, as she started out onto the narrow ledge.

Finally, she was starting to spill some information, and Vasco managed another smile, ears flicking forwards at the mention of living on the mountain. Still his voice remained hesitant as he asked: “U-up there…?” He glanced towards the peak, high above them, shuddering a little; “Like, in a pack?” He put all the incredulity he could muster into the question, as if he couldn’t comprehend anyone choosing to claim a territory up there; Not hard to do…

Slowly he began moving out onto the ledge after her, keeping close to the wall as he placed his paws carefully. His eyes only flicked back up from their path when she introduced herself, nervous smile still on his lips. “Rochus,” he answered, the name falling as easily from his lips as if it were his own; “It’s nice to meet you Magg.” This probably wasn’t his smartest move, but the bitter man couldn’t help himself, just for his own amusement; It’s not like she’ll ever get to tell anyone…

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