ooc: OMG THAT TABLE AND AVATAR. Maksim's one sexy beast!
Her nose twitched when she thought she caught the scent of something...Or someone. She paused, head up and eyes squinted slightly, one forepaw dangling in the air as she checked to see if she was delusional, or if there was something to eat in the area. Something apart from the scent of dry bark and pine sap on the clear, cold air. For a moment, she smelled nothing, for the soft breeze had turned gently and had settled to less than a whisper. She licked her dry lips, pursed them in disappointment and lowered her head so that she could focus more on the scents closer to the ground. The snow was more or less untouched and, given the fact that the snow hadn't fallen for a day or so, it wasn't a good sign. She'd been hoping to see tracks- but only those belonging to prey of some form.Like a wayward waif the wind changed yet again and she found herself rooted to the ground once more as this time, she felt absolutely assured that she'd caught a scent...Unfortunately, it belonged to a wolf and immediately she set off at a walk, the fur along her neck slightly bristled in disdain. Why did another wolf have to show up? Didn't they know she was hungry and didn't want company? All Sage wanted was to be left alone while she scouted- she'd already bumped into one other wolf while out scouting, and sick, and wasn't in the mood for yet another companion of any type. Unless she could kill it and eat it.
But as luck would have it, a stronger gust of wind brought the scent of the wolf to her once more and rather than quickening her pace she froze. She knew that smell. She curled her lips lightly as she took it in and remembered the face of the wolf who had so easily overpowered her. Just the thought of him made her hip ache and she looked around with narrowed yellow eyes, and flattened her ears when she saw him heading straight for her. She might've scented him earlier, and had a chance to get away from him, had her nose not still been slightly plugged. But there he was, and she simply simmered as she watched him approach. But rather than taking off, she stood firmly in her place and continued to scent the air, as though she hadn't even seen him approaching. The frown on her face, however, was a telltale sign that she'd seen and acknowledged him.
She couldn't help but spare a small glance for him when he spoke to her. She remained neutral, obviously not overjoyed to see him, but she didn't snarl or feign superiority. He'd already established himself as being stronger than her, and she had no intention to fight him again. "Can't keep a good dog down," She said blithely, before her head turned, suddenly. Her ears perked, and she squinted, just able to see something sticking out of the snow. She'd just caught wind of it, and while her stomach clenched in hunger, she knew she couldn't simply assume she could eat it by herself. Finally she turned her head so that she could see him properly. And in all honesty, she couldn't really begrudge him much; he was a tank. No wonder he'd beat her so easily; he was of good breeding, with a solid, boxy build, and had a guardian-like aura about him. It reminded her of Faol- which made her heart sting, and her ears turned back. Faol was gone. Unaware of the influence this association had on her posture, Sagacity's lips softened slightly, as did her gaze. "I don't suppose you'll share now, either, will you?" She said, somewhat tonelessly.
(This post was last modified: Mar 04, 2014, 02:04 AM by Sagacity.)