like wolves without teeth

now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat

it's a bearable bruise on your conscious

They can at least agree on that – the get in and get out as quickly as possible. The lower the stakes the better (especially because he’ll soon find out that he’s probably not the best to form plans when it comes to hunting in Halo…) but regardless, he keeps his bow in his hand, focusing on the landscape, partially shifting himself a small amount to see better and further away – a predatory panther glimmer to his gaze before Wessex’s indication reaches him.

He gives her a nod, turning in the direction she chooses, focusing on the trees that might hide the possible creatures required to get the shrine built. "Luxere...?" He questions, following the same thought process that Wessex has. He’s intrigued by the sight of it, but keeps himself controlled and quiet despite his size – a hunters mind crossing over his face, giving into the shifts of himself that are far more bloodthirsty, far more fight than flee. He keeps his hand at his bow, his other reaching back for an arrow to nock into place as they get closer, feline shifted eyes focusing on the spacing between the white as he searches for anything. Antlers, fur, eyes.

but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?

i am the way and the life in the best looking truth